Dismissed

Trapped under wheels, rolling pins and needles,
Turned dust and mist into black tinged lungs.
One final roar, coughs in fits and starts
Lost energy, drifting long enough to forget it mattered at one time.
Then the point of no return, no turning back, nothing held and nothing lasts.
You know this by now.
No one cared enough to make it worthwhile.
Jettison into cyberspace, we’re filled with waste.
We’re dismissed, we’re less descript, we cant believe it came to this.
We’ll never be missed.
Gravity pulls you into the abyss.

Robots

World of drones, we all let go
of each other, of ourselves.
Your face in mine, in pantomime,
encrypted, frozen, years of lost time
…you’ll never get back.

Is this how you imagined things,
when you set out?
City streets, crossroads, seeking new faces.
Not the same, no less strange-
because everything has changed
…and you watched it slip away.

Quiver

To live inside a song lyric,
how precious that would be.
To cast aside the melancholy,
pleasant artifacts for you and me.

To walk on a movie set,
every line fed, better than the last.
The thrill of those first glances,
rewritten, another scripted romance.

To live inside this poem here,
dreading fear, knowing this will pass.
Lovers knocking buildings down,
pulling rubble from the ground
sharing affections of a world
left quivering.

Drink

I’ll keep you in this bottle,
watch you ferment.
You’ll age just fine,
when I slide the cork screw in,
you’ll satisfy my errant need for wine.

Because I am weak,
with you in my mouth,
swallowing each gulp,
until I black out.

So close to my lips,
each swallow
adds to your allure.
I’ll push the stopper back in
and come back time and again, to refill.
My lust palpable,
Cold, and bitter at first.
The need to taste you,
quenching my unshakeable thirst.

Because I am weak,
with you in my mouth,
swallowing each gulp,
until I black out.

Thaw

It feels 10 degrees colder in here than it is
I can’t feel my extremities,
my feet colder than the snowflakes hitting the pavement.
The clock stares at me from behind the walls again, closing in, a thaw begins.
No Sunshine- why are Mondays always the same?

I feel distance straddle the dwindling minutes,
til I forge ahead to the land of faces and forced smiles.
I’ll play happy if it’s enough to pull me through the chilled air.
It’s the only way out of here.
Swaddle me in your warmth.
The love of two souls,
who have grown so cold.
Together.
Apart.