Looking for a ride

I am an emotional basket-case
lost in an ocean of accidents
searching for a back door
from somewhere on the 13th floor.

It is a mess of eternal fuck-ups
from sometime before last year
and totally worse than we feared.
But look for blue if the clouds clear.

I'll try to meet you at our old corner.
Just drive the hearse; I can be a mourner.

Bill K. Boydstun