Unlocked.
languidly reaching
tiredly murmuring
secret smiles
words left unsaid
there’s no need to speak
when glimpses behind closed eyes
flicker like an old projector
replaying memories
like noir scenes
where the broad gives the tired gumshoe the what-for
but senses betray
when you awake
all alone
The taste is different today
Colors a different taint
When I crawled out of bed on the wrong side
I didn’t know how much I’d miss you
Struggling with an idea
Trying to put down words
Sometimes you have to walk away
But there’s a line I like so I must stay
There’s a shadow of an idea
Lurking about
So with bated breath and furtive glances
I reach and grasp a tendril from the ether
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
The Word Rummager 