welcome

welcome to this,
the last hope of recovery.

don’t worry,
you can't lose your voice
if you never had one.
and by the way,
the lozenges don’t work.

things will be simple here,
and things will be untidy.

things will surly reveal themselves
as time goes on,
in what time does best...
move along.

my mind wanders off,
like a mind wandering off—
and it appears that you’ve
come along for a wander.

there are no rules here,
no annoying video messages
or ladies in pink polyester
uniforms showing you how to
buckle your seatbelt.
there are no advertisements,
or camera-phones, or spying eyes
or ice-cream cones; only some
healthy letter strokes that I hope
could one day come back like Underwoods,
backwood frontiers,
and gramophones.

this ride is only dangerous,
if danger is your will;
it certainly is mine.

but, the hard part is over,
you're here,
and you have only
yourself to blame.
welcome.