Have you ever met a soul rekindled in a night’s candle glow
So effervescent their beauty
Dreamly their touch, scent, mannerisms
You could have sworn their presence gifted your eyes
Years before, under tedious circumstances

But you’ve found shaky ground to stand upon
& for now you’re grateful with any handshake
Head nod – Broken Window or Dumpstered food,

How typical the labels are.
Room blasts with sounds of stereoglyphics
What is there left to conquer?
When the bridge home is a raft of uncertainty
Forgotten whispers through the phone
.receiving end. beaps.

 

INCESSANT beeps. A car with 3 horns
I have so very much to say
An ear is not lent to be,
I seize the moment irregardless
with fake words and wannabe humans

Even the dogs violently forbid me from following suit
Still, the gambler in us all
Throws the dice, and the moment is gone.

Yet still I stand, looking out onto this skyline view, with no passenger to bid the view from atop it all; with no solace on the radio waves, just myself – eyes aflutter. And the world below – so detached, better left de-thatched, roof-less, shelter less, cold concrete. A crash to the bottom would show the fluent stagnancy that is the polluted rivers of our minds

And I’ve not a soul to tell. But you