it’s dark
and windy outside
the world feels
like it leaked
the last drop
of love
to swirl down
the drain
and all
we have left
are these
smoldering
embers in
the shape of
smiles
to keep us all
keeping on

a series of
mutilated little
disasterpieces
bemoaning this
incessantconsistency
of ingrown desires
safely tucked away
from actually
having to live
these insipid
empty lives

the wind howls
a torrential reminder
ofourtemporarypermanence
discarded playthings
of an attentionally
deficient deity
left scattered
battered
shattered
yearning for
a piece of the pie
on which the elderly
once feasted
until nothing remains
of our tattered refrains
but misspelled love letters
left unsent