This skeleton made of wooden blocks,
vertex upon vertex; skeleton rocked
back and forth like a manual gearbox,
each step jerking; grinding into the wrong gear.
Slipped and slipping
in between the sweet spots,
in the not right spots
highlighted like an oxcart’s
imprint upon muddied roads –
rut, rut, rut, rut, rut, (long hard sigh).
It moves –
wooden blocks in conjunction
hip swing but not connection
slide, slick faced, no coordination.
(Replace missing part with chicken bone.)
down and scatters;
discordant skeletal matching –
more assembly required.
All throughout the daily ordeal,
we meet detours, blocking,
run into frame-less glass
look back; mime the expression: De-railed.
Others walk through –
nothing to it; undeterred and unknowing –
walk upon hip joints -shock absorbent
cartilage coated ball and socket; collagen graduate.
Streets always seem to them
easy to navigate; boring, really.
I speak of the obstacles
in this underworld,
the obstacles in this
the invisible obstacles in the mind.