Just Your Luck

Navigating

With a compass that never pointed north.

 

Become encumbered with dread

Dredge—dredge—dredge

Overwhelming incoherence — the cotton brain effect.

 

Doctor has to cut the phone out

Of her hand,

 

“Its like a modern day rune,

you need it for luck” he snickers, for his

luck is his youth predates it.

 

the lonley man

who followed me to the next bar.

 

please disappear

 

I presume he was pre-conditioned too,

A life of a debilitating understanding of reality,

 

Sober and somber, only idiots call it pessimism

My inner voice speaks. I know its harsh–

 

comfort of a sharp glass of wine, to unmute

this day

where I’ll wonder how I got to be this way.

Curses

Curse,

It followed you through seed and seed

Of gestation of mother to daughter,

Black magic,

The crows had planted it in wombs

Where like weeds, it grows merciless to

Generations like seasons.

 

Alone,

A language learnt only to be put before aloof souls,

Black Plague,

Where upon reaching town

Skeletons sit in pews, praying

The lost lover, at last found.

 

Weakened,

Those who escaped the plague alive,

Only to carry around a worse demise

Curses,

Ailed hearts break strands of capillaries

The curse is all that remains yours,

It pulses pain through and through veins,

But you wont let it go; no, not this time,

This heart ache is all that is mine.

The curse shows up in me, each life, each time.

False Apathy

No one’s meant

To be alone

In fall.

 
 
Disconnect.

 
 

Except we don’t,

From our phones,

 

But from ourselves,

And,

Each other.

Soak

Silence is a shrieking sharp line

After the front door closes

Awareness of solitude is poignant.

 

Stillness.

 

Water drums the base of the tub,

Pointed toes glide past foamy suds,

A pleasurable embrace, left empty.

 

Alone.

 

Thighs run past each other; smooth.

Fantasize; would fingertips be calloused

Or untouched by weathered time?

 

Inhale.

 

Masculine aroma wafts in the mind.

Sit on the edge of the basin, doting,

Tender, a thirst unabated.

 

Unity.

 

Touch would be rendered metaphorical,

Deeper in the epidermis,

The art of song cognized.

 

No-thing-ness.

 

Derailed dream.

White noise is the peace offering

Listen longingly for variances.