Distraction Satisfaction

Like some demi-god
Out of the curtain,
I’m thrown to the wolves
In a sink or swim attempt
At your quick compassion.
I’m landlocked in your
Indifference,
Trying to fit the mould
And break the matrix
Of a year long high
Spent by
Singing too loud
So you couldn’t hear.
I’m watching your eyes
Change into gravestones
And waiting
For my karma to kick in.
All this time spent
Deciphering what you meant
When you said something
Under your breath.
I want your metaphoric mind
To untie itself and float
Beside me in reverie
Until we are claimed by
The raging sea.
And a trick of light
Bombards my dreams,
My sight.
It all comes back like
A boomerang blade
That lacerates
My need to incubate this
Sour feel that stings
And brings affliction to
The front lines
Of our ambition.
Our strangled youth
Set free
In the development
Of our cheaply labored
Love.
Our last hopes left
To dwindle between
Your lips and my fingertips.