i can see you sinking
but i'm
trapped
behind this glass
i watch you
drift
fighting at first,
then
deathly still
you sink
into the depths
i'm sorry every day,
greedy for one more time
to be as one
eternally damning myself
pounding until my hands bled
wasn't enough
to break through
sinking is what i knew best,
a lesson
i wish
you never learned.
the asphalt reaches
stretching to nowhere
the sun illuminates
burning flesh, metal and brush
the cars built for speed
sit by the thousands
whine and rot
helpless,
i bathe in frenetic
sonancecreeping toward the evening
and its personal oblivion
it's days like these
i wish
for the hand
of an almighty force
to grab hold
of this hopeless stretch of humanity
and
shake it
clean
like a blanket
full
of ticks
and though
it would most certainly
mean my demise,
i'd gladly
punch my card
to take
a couple of the bloodsuckers
with me.
