Vic Tayback

In the middle of the day

Who goes walking through my nightmare

Faces our mistake

From moons that never set

All a sudden put away

I have crashed this vacant airline

From a sky that I forsake

To a storm that I cannot claim

Shallow your echo

Chasing who I think is you

Not me today

Not me from now on

Forgetting my lines

We parked where we once spun out

Leaning into tables

He never answers the phone

Not responding my Karen

Not responding my [?]

Not responding in Phoenix

Making my way north