ME

 

I can only recognize irresistible patterns,

Life is a martyr who thrives on compassion

 

Reacting slowly

Then remake the action

Love is a gamble,

That cost for attraction

Like pity for rust

All while bangled in gold

 

A soul loses touch 

As that city gets old

Those lights those their flair

As you breathe in the air

The plaguing starts shaking

As you sit there and stare…

This thought can’t get loose so be cautious

Be where?

I sense feeling useless and hollow unfair

 

———

 

There’s loaded dice

On city blocks 

 

Those painful stains

From aching glocks,

 

So we walk through

A frightened field

 

Love turned mad 

A world unhealed

———

 

Look into me

And tell me that it’s sweet.

When you can taste the staleness

Of your city and the street,

The wallow for that anchor to humanity

I speak

The copper plated pestilence

The wire circuit heat

A digital crescendo

Our pocket sized retreat

 

Plugged-in interface

Phased-out we teach

The generation next to come

Has wires round' their feet.