bad for your health

those eyes they open shadow
to withdraw from withdrawal
oh, you like being on the edge
, could steal your breath a little
to dangle feet, you stare there
eyes reaching their grips for the
ocean, the space that ellipses us
join the dots without number
the stars ricochet, light from their
dead ancestors, their spirit.
the scattered object seemed to define
my space, and they became obstacles
on the way back home,
the dead conversation of streets
homes with upturned lamps
standing out the front like guardians
there are lots of good songs written
at every moment, in the dark corner
of our mouth, we just don’t hear them
no why, just is.
you gave me the half sided smile
; half of you in agreement
rejoin my former self
I left a few blocks back
laughing still; to leave me in the garden
wondering if the happy envy the sad

the world shakes like a bell
they reveal their emotions like pornography, naked
hoping to satisfy those who have
made their life in the loveless rhythm they chose
have nothing but the dry blue chatter of the television

blank, refined, bleached, processed emotion;
leaves the skin, yellowish, sunken in –