Fury and Annabelle

I want to travel within a dream and wake up
souvenired I want to have finally reached
an end to my resting I want to find a place
where healing is linear and go there on four wheels,
amused by all of my failed attempts
at sabotage following me with bad names
screaming in synchronicity that  I am
on a bad path this path was never meant
for a leisure so now I must
get my farewell and my sprinting intact
inch by inch / mile by mile / I am human
-ly unfortunate
-ly wellness is a blank stare consuming me
in a vacuum I say bonjour and brag about
the beauty of the horizon & lie about
what time I intend to arrive I will be there
soon or at all I am sure I am only girlsick
and that hardly affects the knees
there is no level of cooling or pressure
that will make the correct animal ooze out
I am damned with this mouth
I want to unwrap an order I can be sure about
and for my home to be nearer to my own
ribcage I want one day to have been filled
with all of the fixtures and I scoop them up
one-by-one in a cartoon pail facing a mirage,
I arrive at my destination carrying a lamp,
         a scrapbook without faces,
                  the leg of a gazelle,
                           its one final antler