A lack of loyalty
is all that’s found
on top of burning rubble.

Equalizations
are never found
for reasons
never found.

Pain is likely
to never be
reciprocated.

Take the lamp,
in the middle of the night,
over to where
you’ll need the light.

Make sure no one can see
you cause the destruction
that will surely occur
the second the steel begins to twist.

Piercing cries from those who walk above
the frightening waters below
as the gasoline begins to
befriend the oxygen.

Leave the scene of perhaps
the greatest downfall
of solid steel ever seen,
as you burn this bridge.

From here, I am underneath
the scene of all
that went very wrong
the last week of December.

Selfish tendencies
can never end
the shallow view.
Adjust the negative.

I’m not one
to plan out
the inevitable
demise.

Dead leaves
fall from trees
in the saddest
way.

I will look
through the pinhole
that you’ve left open
in order to see.

Dirt roads
lead to hollow trees
that dissipate
when stared at.

Thunderous voices
always strike the fastest.

When will you
begin to see
that rocks and stones
were beneath our feet?

This time
you can ask.
This time
you can say

Hello there.
How are you?
I’m doing good,
also.

There’s a missing link
between
the good and great.
Come to my side.

Slightly dire, I’m sure.
Tilt back, swallow it all.
Flicker the light switch
on and off.

This must be
the living description
of the detachment you’ve become used to
breathing.

And I only wish it stopped.
Or hadn’t started.
I only wish it was cut in half.
Or hadn’t started.

Turtle’s pace while I plummet.
On to the bed I land
into slumber.
Good night.

For I am not who
I will be when I awake.
And you’ll still be the magazine
with one page.

Your substance is questionable.
Your reasoning is flawed.
I only get to feel good
to make you feel better.

But no longer shall I wait,
as this pause that I take
will linger,
so carry on.