Awaiting Fulfillment

your modern life consists

of the destruction of feelings

by taking pills each day

to prevent your daily existence

from satiating with

teardrops.

you come undone when you go

deeper into the movies of your mind,

stepping across the frozen boundary of time

you fade into your past to the empty bedroom where

you’re waiting for mother to call you for dinner.

try and sing a soothing song.

the charm of your voice readies for

action till the kiss of no one’s lips

falls upon your forehead

right between your eyes,

chanting your mantra

with a closed throat

gasping for air

in a cloud of smoke.

on a new day you rise

and discover it’s a sunny one,

so you fake a bigger smile

brush brush brush those teeth

shower real clean eat a bagel

do the whole daily routine

then come home to fancy furniture

to find your bed unmade

and take a quick long nap.

in your nightstand you have diamonds

for generations and in your thoughts

you have grating noises like the buzz saws

used to slice the fine timber that built

your big respectable home;

in your heart your have cynicism

and in your soul you have a black dot

growing larger each day like a

tiny globule of pus readying to burst.