In a world of singers, writers,
Lovers, and biters.
A place of beggars, muses,
Nay-sayers, and excuses.
One feels another’s heart
As the surrounding human-backdrops
forget not to fall to pieces.
It’s a start– this beginning we’ve constructed.
Abducted by musical notes;
Embraces measured by clock strokes.
Broken by a glance,
Doomed by slide of hand beyond clothing lines.
Disheartened by demands.
Befuddled and bewildered
By this recurring heroic plan.
We stand.
Sit.
Chew, then spit.
A desperate lover drools on the remains of restrictions.
Rules are useless art-
A water jug with no bottom
Waiting to be broken.
The creations of a power-hungry heart.
I feel useless:
A parent in despair and turning abusive.
I peruse pages for a safe-haven
While stabbing things with my pen.