Inadequate Patterns
Like dissolving fish
on the computer
screen saver,
we disintegrate
each new kiss,
each pale white room
where we suffocate
asking for air
others took from us.
Like fragile tape,
the data truncated and bereft
starting points or ends,
the wheels just spin,
no sticking to facts
erased in fail-safe
where androids go to die
when love neither life supports
or dies.
Like sleeping patterns
void of stimuli,
all noiseless night
or blinding light
no eyes to guide us
we drift between days
conscious of nothing
we take turns defining.
Yet we can't be alone,
malfunctioning toward
final decay, but
we can't be alone
like the stars, planets
oceans, and the
dissolving fish
for which no hook exists,
at least not yet.
Recalibration
Disengaged to wonder
past the indifferent portals
of strangers,
I still reach out
to your vaunted charm
in its invisible setting
no longer there.
Phantoms now
lost in the glittering
streets of chaos
we once navigated
with the confidence
of having such arrogance
we played by calculations
that never failed before
transfixed by the astonishing
blur of a roulette
wheel we bet on
once misnamed love.
Now disengaged
from all we assumed
yet unable to validate
With religious fervor
all former preconceptions
we reach out looking up
to that heaven we knew,
no longer there.
The Safe Place
In utero 1st
antiseptic scrubs
videoed stirrings to preschool
slow crawl walking past
temporarily eclipsed friends,
sports, desires each familiar
foreign in solemn proximity
to a safe place no longer.
A cautious double
take. Comes up empty.
a kiss held, treasured,
missed marriage if...
the immune two-step
backwards the counter
forwards to children
in solemn proximity to
a safe place no longer.
Work... drone drone drone,
the hemlock of repetition
of time's spaces between
cracks, sickness, retirement.
death gives its notice
stronger yet, ‘til finally
blessed with acceptance
yes, this life,
the same game lost
a safe place no longer.
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