there will come a point
in due time
when seduction will be regarded
as the only law of physics
that binds us
together with brutal
brutal nature
the infinite beyond
and that quiet place
behind those closeted doors
filled with soulless shoes
that will never be
worn in public
for fear of
losing control
of yrself
in a private moment
on the concrete
asphalt
WHATEVER
there will be songs written
and sung
through wounded teeth
about the time
glass melted
back into grainy sand
and we gained the ability
to fly
in order to substitute ourselves
from the sideline for
points on the board
until the score became something
more than final
like a laughing cupcake
a disinfected balloon
an empty hooch bottle
left aside and littered
in that
forgotten
desert
FOREVER
there will finally come that moment
where the people
we know
and love
will be dead
and gone
and that
is okay with me
because even though
my heart occasionally beats
the tempo stays
true
like an unnecessary metronome
steadily ticking
without fail
taking solace
in the night
as the frogs
refuse to jump
through the marshes
yet growl
at the satellites
we now call
“stars”
