I left my home and extinct profession
to walk the empty streets during
those orange
summers
we were alone together and covered
in nicotine patch quilts
singing
frozen marmalade pop songs
and adding color to the high
contrast grey
days
playing jazz and new world sounds
on countertops and garbage
cans we danced like
children
and somehow managed
to touch each others
sweet
spot
Like a meteor shower
dancing down
my drain
i stay inside and
watch it rain
all purple haze and
shimmering film
and the blue light from the television
watches me as
i watch it
the commercials created our desires
then packaged our dreams
and trademarked the
empty places we
tried to fill
it begins to rain harder
and i can see
the volcanic
dust
and it’s july 17, 2017
on a wednesday
at 11:00 pm
i bought everything i could
but i’m still alone and
think of you
often
as i lie here stuck in between
yesterday and
tomorrow
in this combustible
bliss
