Poetry

"closed in..." "breaking lines into break lines ..."

closed in 
claustrophobic 
where the children's screams 
echo 
the new break line 
a cluster fuck suicide note 
when only a Hallmark card 
can do 
          what we never wanted 
testimonial outline 
cross examined 
by phone lines 
and wax sculptures of faces 
you only see in your mind 
'did i ask you the question 
that only bears a shallow glimpse 
into something new?' 
and now a composite drink 
stiff lipped 
closed mouth kisses to 
babies in broken strollers. 

breaking lines into break lines 
broken break beats 
hissing from the old hi-fi 
should we stop the dance? 
it's the last shot 
for anyone to get a chance 
to sleep away their emotions 
and i'm stuck 
on fold out cots 
tethered to all walls 
suspended in the sky 
one bad dream 
away from a nicotine fit fall 
as shadows chase shadows 
into parking garages 
that appear too frightening in the dark 
i'll paint the inside 
as i cut my arm 
and wait to see all the colors 
of the rainbow 
i can't wait to see the end result 
brush in hand 
as the mourners gather 
and make insistent talk 
about sad songs 
and old waltzes 
all said in lower case letters.