I'm not a Robot

Crowds flood around moving with darting eyes     but each glace      seemed to last minutes

He who waited on the sand finding it hard to breathe the air

endless sand and sea now pavement

he was afraid to be eaten side walk benches held yesterday as forgotten sweaters, notes or  forgettable words to husks of food and things that would take  years to decay.

What was it to decay?

He brandished tears only seeing one man who poured smoke from his mouth holding a dying cigarette. The roads are veins beaming light reflecting the stars as if it all was a mirror showing what man could make. Do you have a cigarette?

The man asked unnoticing the stream of tears. The cigarette dark spear dazzling in lights at the tip burning away  the smoke weaving around.

"No."

A shame I guess all good things come to an end.

The quiet smothered thought and dried the tears.

The sun arrived smothering the world with warmth and a new light giving a face to the man buying cigarettes.

He waits for the night.

Action figures lay  bare, done in by love and far        they fought hard        through dirt via         hands trying to confront         growing pains

They sit at the edge of the driveway with a skinned knee from yesterday

the kids are simulated sounds in the distance because if you pretend to not hear something do you really hear it?

The gutters collected water polluted by soap, forgotten leaves like floating boats, evergreen conifers to sticks that seemed to come from nowhere.

Dirt caked on hands folding in words from school. Worries of the future on the edge beaming into passing water.

The breeze gently held tears that rolled into the small, small river.

is a gentle reminder

the world goes on

the eyes that caught us like nets.

We want to be fucked into oblivion

until our scribbled words become sentences again.

We want to be set free with a love we can’t

seem to grasp alone lost in a pleasure

that is a biological itch to satisfy.

We chase ourselves until we are lost calling

out our own name.