Saturday 1/17/2009 01:13:00 AM

I was lost. Naming the oceans. After dead men. Expecting the waves to break as they always had. Dividing the sand into territories. Manipulating the space of a million different reasons. All the same. Aliens in overalls. Dull pitchforks and pointy fingers.

No Mars. Send me straight to Jupiter. Empty rooms at every corner. I'm not there at all. Just a face lost in the glass that never smiles.

The hours like a potion. Set the brake. On disobedient time machines. Her finger in the socket. Numb with the electricity. Some stupid Jesus. Convincing the mannequin it knows sensience.

She wakes up the arimetic. To ask it. If it's any closer. To knowing. Why. All these machines take her nowhere.

Just strangers. Creased flags. Lost in the wind. So close, but it leaves us.

As easily as flipping a switch. The future in partial men. No eyes. Just frowns. Dead puppies stuck to their mother's tits. That try to, but never can prove.

How far away it is.

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