Both ways down a one-way street
“I’m driving two ways at once down a one-way street.” Sam Broscoe

I’m driving two ways at once down a one-way street
with no idea if right is wrong or wrong is right,

backing down a one-way street,
what is to come is what has been,

hop skip and jumping along a one-way street,
awkward steps practiced smooth then splat! on my ass.

I once asked directions on a one-way street
from a wraith who just pointed to the stark clear sign.

At sixteen I got lost on a one-way street,
damn near ran out of gas before I found my own way.

Our story is not a one-way street,
but an intersection, a map, a globe, a maze,

your decline is not a one-way street,
if what goes up must come down what is down must arise.

Life is not a one-way street
but feels like a grid of them with no right on red

and death is not a one-way street
but a Big Bang with infinite worlds given birth.