pt. 3

laced in the riddles you tell for free air fare and dutch narcotics.
laced fingers.
numb gums.
failed trial and error.
mood swings and sick familiars.
death and the ever growing shade that follows you.
his chubby cheeks.
anger and resentment for lack of communication and your unapparent participation.
his hair combed back.
unease.
unrest.
visas.
passports.
lustful containment.
detainees.
forgetting the names of the people you loved most so you can create something substantial for yourself.
in a place that your friends inside their houses playing xbox with their unborn babies can't understand.
dreams of interviews with comedians overshadow your day job.
its like theravada says, we're always, wanting.
desire is the root of all displeasure.
and the dimension for which we seek it.
disconnected earlobes.
dopey configurations.
the stinch of heat in the summer.
when flesh seemingly rots its way thru peaceless nights.
nights where its too hot to fall asleep.
sticky tossing and turning.
but then
your sick facination with reading and
sad souls makes you who they need you to be;
imperfection.
warrants wave past your ears.
thoughtless participation is the new motive
that laying in gutters was last year.
patience is an unavoidable accordance when
falling in love,
with drunks.
love being, unattainable.