Who Knows

 do you know why I am here

guaranteed satisfaction

to lovesick retraction

now pale from being emotionally weak … it’s only for me that gets slapped each cheek

this nauseous hole in my chest

with populace ignore congest

would I now gladly exchange

to live this out-of-time life … with a cat lady for her hot knife

when my back is a cube of butter

throw closed the air escaped shutters

all the feline dander kept easily makes up for tears unwept 

I’ve been here before 

now only dead cats welcome me at the door

each one I knew 

showed contempt for attention I drew

like they knew a return to the manor in which days are burned

each one knew who would be missed 

only distraction easily replaced just to be kissed 

owned by the fear of being forgotten

manners deplorable smelling of smoke going rotten

from feline pride a hunter engineer

a lineage of prey now won’t budge to be hand fed one more day here

when are you coming home

are you missed 

when the can opener gets fixed 

entertaining no one I know

with lies and tape made from wine made from weeds and not one grape

a vintage with body full

character hints of jet fuel

blue angels celebrity flight

for it the grey ones deliver all might

when the navy makes our own rules

no one will care how free of conflict your jewels

for you earned every one

when African blood tastes better on your wine tasting tongue

who is missing when you’re not there

if an apple falls in the woods

does it make a suicide sound 

when an assembler hits Chinese ground

no one can tell that you care

when all we know is you have longer hair

by celsius degrees all the jokes made just for me

now impervious to all pain

an armful of emotional vaccine

bleached by what you really mean

the truth defined by decree

never a moment wasted on memory

the void of intentional whim

the birth of a better life to begin

why are all these poor people here

must they also suffer your fear

for afraid of afraid might do

a cycle of anxiety built just for two

how soon will you speak in cliches 

better be happy enough for who you betray

don’t worry it gets easier each day

free of all guilt on display 

my poetry sucks anyway

right?

so ignore each one 

when the star trek sounds brings the night full of your fun

thank your god someone you love is near

some else you can feed all of your fear

what am I? a moon shuttle conductor?

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