One

You will never get out of this maze

Until you look at it from a bird's eye view

Well then of course it disappears

Into a city grid of closed-circuits and etched paths you left behind

Two

I wait for the dinner

I haven't started cooking

You have to cut the eggplant before you find it on a plate

With couscous and onions

Fried and staring you in the face

A bowl of cereal or a p. b. and j. is much more tangible

Three

He breaks the blackened window again

And dives into the unknown which ends up being his childhood backyard

Grass hill, leaning swingset and all

Where he lies in the sandbox

????

Then he gets up, goes inside again, until he forgets what the outside smells like

And he stumbles upon a blackened window to break