When Orcus Rises

 Happy animals
They smile with glee
humm and bark happily
on the rocks above the water

Gossiping together that way
Then singing in unison
Between splashes of waves
the rhythm of the music

Satisfied up on those rocks
their little click on craggy steps
They shimmer in the sun
I can see their skin from the depths

A small group jumps in
I feel urgency in my fins
I brace for impact
collect the mammal 

crunch down and devour through
surface red my jaw feels relief
Soon stomach will too
I don't care for your words

I just want to eat you

Chris knew

 I've come to talk to you about the dilemmas
Unfinished tower
I know I'm going backward
Just to go forwards

You were the one that had both sides
Navigated the drama
Played the fool
Maybe the taste of it still haunts you

Like a neglected construction site
Several hazards before you get in the door
I don't deserve your advice
Because I just blamed you

I just became someone's animal
But there is no solution to give
There is the chaos of life
drink it down

The renovation is waiting

 The dead end
The sad smile
the sleepless night
hands fold into each other

Think about the things never built
The things on pause
Just routine to sustain
the rest undone

unsigned way of life
unknown path
With dead ends and sad smiles
with comfort and predictability

The slow separation
the dread of farewell

Going unseen

I don't want to be seen anymore
Not by anyone anywhere
Noone can recognize me
No place in anyone's life

I'll just invade and enjoy the void
I will furnish it all out
Play the game of solitude
Ignoring admiration I had for the world

Once I tried conversation
Valuable exchange
Remember odd event eyes met
Explain it all away in the head

Allocate me to oblivion
A man can be an island
Impossible to admit feelings
yonder smooth sand, mystery

Offend the heart
Recover then...
feel or experience it all
Pretending none of it affects

Bright beginnings, sudden ends
Songs of life with memorable choruses

Truths and small talk

 Wander around the periphery. Never give up on those footsteps, Their way through any given morning. Glimpse the way it moves.

Rewire my mind.
Taste the connection.
Push everything away.
State how unknown it all is.
Life is love is learning too.
All of those things so true.
Needs or wants, life as pretend.
Eyes meet is all the honesty there is.
Addictions driven by delirious dreams.
Quiet politeness reveals nothing of inner storm.
Shyness rarely broken.
Forbidden eye contact.
Deep truth through some soft surface.
Every affection and service.
The physical person undiscovered.
Excited or bored with personal information.
Provide perfect icebreaker. We only share silence.
So be it.

The Commuters Crisis

Sense of together
Rush tests patience
Streets are days
Vans and trucks run hours by

Blue smoke gushes
daylight combustion

Urgency spreads yoga armas and legs
Traffic jams in every direction
The mind is a distracted goose chase
Through smog and laughter and backfiring motorbikes

Garages have undergound arms
The boom gate keeps you out you are empty handed.

Impulsive horn violent imposing
Burst into well timed tears of a person burning out
Heated temples rapid heartbeat unable to hug themselves
The greenlight shines down accelerate only to break

Catatonic in the queue

 

Desire to sleep in ultimate peace
Long to bathe in tomorrow's sun
Many seek to reconnect themselves
Attempting to love but falling for need

Offer presents of favors
Specific things you wished
Just to get you to notice
Before you turn away again

Mysteries seem to make everything bigger
Mute when the day demanded a voice
Dismissive when attention was needed
All prefer love, all prefer to be known

Each person carrying their hearts like containers
Lining up infront of the same unavailable shops
Falling asleep in the queue
Dreaming of this ideal person

Some graffiti the walls
Some attempt to break windows
But they don't break they just look outward
Like eyes surveying these desperate people

Am I free to leave this line?
Will I linger the way you imagined?
Do you smirk from the inside?
Do you tease me pointing at the locked door?
Or feed me with subtle smiles and turns of the head?

A live mannequin behind the thick glass
More alive than I and the empty wanting people
Shaping the scenery with the grace in your gesture
Sleeping bags roll out night chill arrives
Some consider losing their place in line

Turning back to the candle light on the otherside of the glass
Supercharging their fantastic fantasies
They sit or lay there in the queue
Shutting eyes and entering sleep
While I stare through the window catatonic