in the garage i pull a bike out and it knocks the gas main conection.

i tried blocking it but every time i get near i cant speak. feel i am suffocating.

panic. family is inside. call the emergency. who is calling the emergency, am i?

feel i am suffocating. i stick a pencil in. a pen. the wrong end of a garden fork.

it still comes out and i have to run out of the garageunable to speak or scream.

i run to th eneighbors but semi collapse on the lawn trying to explain but nothing comes out.

debilitated.

once ive got my breath back i go back in.

rageing egos,
paranoia and
knives in the back
will not stop the rising tides,
they are in themselves a form of poison
hanging in the atmosphere.