I wake
in the city
and the night
has forsaken me
I try to catch
desire unawares
but I think
it has grown
tired of me
I look around
the room
and leave my mirror
unrequited
intrigue
consumes me
I go outside
and see myself
in the eyes
of a thousand
idle strangers
but never
on TV
it's not me
I crave
any kindness
someone to
take my place
or imaginary
lovers who would
to swallow me
I cry out
on cue
the lights change
and a wave
of motion
engulfs me
I wake
in the city
I can always dream
but that's easy
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