Unlocked.
sitting nameless in the maze
waiting for someone to find me
plugging into the system
looking for connectivity
drones tapping away
flashes pass me by
is this my life now
figures grab my eye
maintain
status
retina
overload
my taste buds screaming for more
something real not imitation
flavors exploding on my tongue
do you need an invitation
there is no shutting down
just click restart
no escape except the button
I can draw you up a chart
touch
swipe
error
crash
Thursdays
such a tease
delights imagined
just steps away
just get through today
somehow Thursdays suck
all energy I’ve had
all hope for the week
drained
emotionally spent
making copies
freeing paper jams
typing reports
that are as meaningful
as ice to the devil
so hurry the hell up
Friday
so I can begin to really live
love, be happy
because this is purgatory
with heaven a breath away
Burning so damn much
it’s hard to write
What sweet words
can I give as a token
What I feel sure as hell isn’t affection
but a burning
so deep within
I try to claw it out
Only I succeed
not at easing the ache
but in yearning more for you
Should I beg
try to steal
a moment of your time
Relief’s not in my grasp
without you
Believe me
I tried
and was burned
shifting legs
keeping the tide at bay
holding breath
keeping the words hostage
fingertips
whispers
no need for grand gestures
when all the world
is contained
in one drop
when so much pleasure comes
it can’t be contained
but has to be shared
and the joy
of the joining
surpasses
everything
dark
shifting hands
keeping bodies close
holding fast
keeping gazes locked
climbing
piercing
opening a sliver in the sky
exposing flickers
something beyond
clouds or stars
when nothing could be sweeter
or as tangy on the tongue
than the drop of potion
and the joy of the joining
surpasses
everything
dark
well that’s just ridiculous
shadows and sleight of hand
it’s magic, that’s what it is
why don’t we saw each other in half
and just get it over with
nobody will believe you chose me
you’re the damn ringmaster
while my spangles are tarnished
my tights are in tatters
and you shine like the noonday sun
so steady, stoic
bloody dashing, good
did you start as a lion tamer
because you’ve soothed my beast
we kissed, you cupped my cold hands
I may have set my sights too high
but never reached for the rings
I just dreamt and there you were
you fell but maybe I tripped you
we have no net now
traveling together
we’re freewheeling through space
bystanders entertained
small children delighted
I have no need of a big finish
so put away your plans
don’t you see
it’s not the high wire but the trapeze
we’re meant to fly and meet and part
and meet again
because it’s sweet
I can dust myself off
but never match your glow
but if you let me bask a little
I’ll do my part
and we’ll hold onto real magic
The Word Rummager 