Ex Machina

All too evident
your displeasure
manufactured
parts mass produced
piecemealed
to an argument
on demand

Pusher seeks button
for catharsis
mutual preferable
but not required
self should be assured
as beliefs
will be questioned

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It’s not a mystery we needed

My love
with a word
in the bedroom

It would be over
soon enough
without her
pointless intervention
mere tarp
to make the body of years
easier to dispose

If it were clean
it wouldn’t be love
pieces dredged from fiber
years later
that moment again

In the bedroom
with one word
too many

Long Last Legs

It’s work waking
when sleep is scarce
a candle burnt at both ends
mess of insufficient light

I’ve scraped enough wax
in the aftermath
to spot a meltdown
in a flame

Sputter gone stubborn
like an unleavened miracle
rising but barely
with what’s left of its light

As I’ll Ever Be

A lapse in character
followed by judgement
feeling I won’t admit to
feeling so familiar

Each smile
a brief betrayal
practiced indifference
rendered impractical

In the face of love
I can’t find myself
when I look at her
she’s all I see

There must be more
I want more me
ready as I am
to be found