it seems
as if each morning
the sun rises
bringing
a hint of
her lips
to tease
my heartchoir
into a painful
song of longing
for a love
disinterested
in semipoetic
meanderings

the bitterness
of coffee
windswept
with stolen
snatches of
sparrow songs
while i scroll
electron desolation
seeking sine sign
this sanguine
sunrise setting
the skies aflame
signifies some
sort of simple
reciprocation

picking apart
quivering quarks
trying to find
the invisible
circuitry
connecting
random clusters
of chaotically
charged conundrums
surfing incognito
as crumbling
cognizance carves
faint furrows
in fumbling prose
fallingfallingfalling
into an abyss of
redacted rejections

i love yous
clumsily crash
into an oblivious
oblivion of
unwanted adoration
as the sun rises
to set the skies
aflame with a
taste of the lips
which keep me
chained alone
with coffee and desire