Dead Ends

Concrete alleyways 
I once lived here 
The city was never-ending-
You are a different story;


                                            Four 

Arms intermingled-
                                            
                                            Fourteen

Wishes- 

                                            Fourteen 
  
Denials-

Where do I start?
I will try and I must
To come to terms with this story;
Writing is the first step


  

Indecision

We sat permeating

Stagnating

Penetrating-

Silence

                                                       Is

Senseless motion and longing and dread

I dread you

I love you-

Pain

                                                       It

Tickles my eyes

Unkempt and foggy:

My solemn necessity

I bid you farewell-

Gentle farewells become

Lasting

                                                       Over

The grassy sidewalks that come and go

I’ll ring the doorbell

Until you let me in

Bound for where?

No one knows- between the buried

And the dead

I Have to Tell Myself

Tell myself oh well

Hi, how are you doing

Introduce us, then begin

Hours falling away

I own a pile of rust

Philosophically speaking-

Philosophical dust

We rest our heads in places

I had rest my head before

He the likewise

Wise all the same

Yet with all my watches

With all my clocks ticking away

Our times cannot collide

I wait for his words

Words I tell myself-

It's a crying shame

Bodies

Perfunctory and languid,

Branding their plagiarist decrees

On lined, pressed paper.

Not a glance upward,

Steady gaze downward.

Almost                                 

Like I’m the only one alive in this

Void of “Text This, Text That.”

Where no

Human 

Could still be dragged from

Beneath the bed

Where the monster lies.

Almost

                   Like I’m the only one to survive this

                   Holocaust of classic

                   Thought.

                                  

Human

Instinct to “monkey see, monkey do.”

                                       

Almost

                   Like my time was over as theirs began,

                   Although we were at the same time.

                   And I am left behind where I feel safe;

                   Where I can say that I’m

“Human”.

                             

Then a soft voice

Tells me I’m going

Nowhere.

                             

Like the numb fingers

                         Have found my womb

                              Inescapable.