I don’t know why
You erase me from your grasp,
Only to slice off your own misguided hands
And regret your negligence to touch me
Ever.
Lust, you visit me at 4:00am…
Begging for forgiveness,
Demanding attention .
Why do you say goodbye,
Only to exceed the speed limit
On highways to nowhere?
Saudade is your soundtrack
As you drive past the billboards
Of what could have been.
Idiot.
So I have four Italians at my doorstep,
By no fault of their own.
They are cold, tired and hungry.
There were supposed to be two,
And I wasn’t supposed to be welcoming them,
For I am only a tennant,
In these faulty towers.
But there is happiness to this madness,
Tonight I shall indulge
All the pleasures…
Blatantly, and without inhibition.
Because no one can touch me,
Now that I have done another man’s job.
No one will dare knock on my door
Asking me to cease and desist,
When they cannot succeed at independence
In managing the affairs
of the self-orchestrated hurricane they call a life.
-Calling in favours
Some people grow
Like evergreen trees
A hybrid of eagle and wolf
Soaring
Carrying others to safety
Free from an oppressive past.
Technology, evolution, science,
An alliance
Of progression.
Others choose to remain trapped
In the past,
Bitter from the rigours
of climate change.
An apocalypse,
Fear of karma
Crippling guilt…
And decay.
The irony is that in seeking to protect themselves
from the ills of the past,
Those who stunt their own growth
Do to others,
What they fear will be done to them.
Jumping the gun.
Proactive.
Slaughter.
The circle.
I want to know your places.
Where you drink coffee,
And run your fingers
Like a marathon,
Missing me, missing you.
I know one place you go to
My mind.
Café Nostalgia
