I See Them Coming, Stumbling

I see them — coming, stumbling. Angry. Thoughts. And they tie themselves in knots. Here's a maze for them. Let them look for the exit. Or else they'll get drunk and can't tie two words together. And there, behind them, I see — others. Behind those, no one. And the guilt From the first ones — they won't let me pass. I'll say it. Let them fly out through the chimney hole.