I recognize this abandonment pattern.
Neglect and avoid, pushed to the side, suffocate and deprive.
Overwrought. Rush to get over the noise.
Stiff arm tactical markup. One and death on the goal.
Practically harmless. Red zone ballad demarcation. Change is in constance, conscientious tailored departure.
Mademoiselle, I’ve heard you tell me this often.
Understandable. Hatchet and nail in the coffin.
They could hear us screaming when we’re barely talking.
Ripple effect. Tsunami wave, dimples and neck.
Telling me to hush because someone just called.
Delicate. Soft. Let this be a lesson resolved.
Inconclusive as it is abusive and sordid.
Usual motive. Behaviorist sadist assortment.
White dress. Biting my lip till the flavor is gone.
Entanglement. Arthritic, you say. Wait till you call.
Some call it analytics, some call it to wait for the fall.
Wallowing towards the
barking up the karmic relationship.
Darkness derailing.
Flagging down the shipwreck.
Lighthouse is hazy. Maybe- I’m faithful.
Shit. I ain’t as smart as you make me.
Maybe my pride’s hopeful.
Handing out dead or alive posters.
Street peasant, preaching dreams, nobody dropping a nickel.
Pinning phone book back-pages, milk carton picture depressant.
Mighty magnificent.
Silence, I solemnly covet.
My spaceship running on smog.
Started to build bridges, only to drop them and run.
The troll under them was just a consequence of it.
Follow me, darling.
Don’t follow me. Fuck it.
State of affairs, shoulder kiss, blissful disdain.
I made sure I heard you cry; wasn’t sure you could rain.
Wish I could rewind my lips, then make amendments.
It is what it is. It is what it isn’t.
Regurgitating versions of self we hardly know, wrap ourselves in layers of hardship and clones.
Despondency boasts.
Free jazz concert takes my attention for an hour before I soar off into retention of body and soul.
Who do you talk to when the person you talk to is gone?
Two-month rental.
The insurance is paying for it, run it to the ground.
Who cares? It’s a Prius, it doesn’t belong to us and the gas is free.
I’ve always wanted one of these, just to see what the buzz is about.
Someone said it’s been used before; can I just pretend it’s new?
Put your foot on the gas and you’re out, I don’t have to pay a dime.
I wonder if they’ll even care if I crash it, let’s not drop it off, they can come and get it, insurance is paying for it, remember?
After all, it is a Prius.