Shadows are always people
I can't lose my grip

Phones are always ringing
and beeping with missed calls
Originating in a mind
under arrest

Alert
you have mail
in an unspecified location
allocated to hold some position in memory
But it can't be found
even tho it weighs heavily like a gorilla
approaching quickly
upon its knees
Might as well be a banana

Hanging onto a lane on the highway
and every glance from the headlights
and every grimace behind the grill
Inanimate objects
keeping passing feelings at bay