he had a ticket in his breast shirt
pocket
over his heart
a ticket to ride
he wasnt stealing it from the Beatles but if he was why wouldnt he steal from the
best
a ticket to fly
fly to the front end of a
hopefully long long voyage actually a trip but the emotions struggling in his heart and
brain lend better for a voyage more poetic
a voyage he anticipatedhad anticipated thensuddenly pressing up on him against
him No way around itnot that hed go
around itavoid it run runrun far far away
there
was that
to deny it
but he couldnt he faced things head on always had endured the bumps and bruises scrapes and stitches he wore their scars
nowsuddenly a new voyage was on
him an earlier voyage of happiness of anguish
tears sighs panting terror was over
yet
yet
he couldnt say how he felt
numb isnt a feeling
he stood by
himself in the concourse he didnt hear peoplehe didnt see themhe was trying to digest what next
was coming
trying to take his time
since New Years everything has
been leading to it
a long nightmare a fantasy provoking a bad dream that couldnt possibly
be realcouldnt be
despite
knowing it was
a seesaw
childs game
suspended Ups
crushing Downs
equilibrium escaping him
she wrote deftly inside one of
her perfectlyillustrated perfect-for-the-occasion notecards
I hope your trip brought some great
closure to her presence in the physical world, and opened up her incredible
spirit to enjoy anywhere.
his ticket was inside it inside
his breast pocket
no
not yet
she wrote it to him for his sister
now he was returning to her
nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
he
might suppose he was flying nowhere
Departure time was drawing nearer and
nearer
1732, Monday,
9 9. 19
1022, Saturday,
8 5. 21
The Beatles Ticket to Ride https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acxfOgPWUls
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