Where Did We Go Wrong

Questioning ones self:
A plight
or human condition?

If I walked on water
wouldn’t I wind up exactly where I am?

Where am I?
          Not standing in any one place

I am decorated with a past
thick like quick sand
paralyzing me
from a heart that has reached full capacity

I replay
I rewind
I recycle
I regurgitate
Old words and familiar fantasy

I feel you touch me
and
I feel you touch me
and
I feel you touch me

Tonight
rain on my face
a liquid beauty
You intoxicate me without a sip

I wonder
          Where did we go wrong?

Tonight
A seaside exclamation
sand still spills from a shoe
that since has walked upon snow

I wonder
          Where did we go wrong?

Tonight
A club scene backdrop
your knee against my heartbeat
we do “coy” injustice

I wonder
          Where did we go wrong?

I melt into the many molds I’ve known
finding nothing

Shapelessness
          Unfamiliar and alone

Faulty Wiring

                                GIRL
               “Remember that time we fell in love?”
                              (beat)
               “That was a lot of fun…”
                              BOY
               “It was magical”

It came and went
No returns
No money back
No customer satisfaction guarantee
We take risks
when we play with chance
in hopes that our chances
don’t run the risk of factory default
And I suppose
buying top of the line
only paves the way for a greater degree of disappointment
leaving us with more to lose
If we invest in the broken
we should expect trouble
A rapid decline in performance
can’t take the consumer off guard
The proof is in the pudding
The blueprint may be one of a kind
but truth be told
the parts are simple
sticks and stones
that break my bones
       and words …


       Will leave you wanting
                                                               My torment is not yours
                                                               Your torment is not mine
                                                               Still, you torment me
                                                     Tickling my insides so violently
                                                               Leaving me raped
                                                               Unaccompanied and
                                                               Restlessly aware


                           (FADE TO BLACK)