Empty yellow seats there’s plenty of space. Euthanasian Conversation. I think this time you start the chase. Dial 9 to call outside. I only want to press five. Jealous pours calls and letters. I don’t know how I’ll make the drive. Electrons trying, rubbing, driving, pumping rubber miles insulated wires. Dry waves rolling, breaking curving, timeless supermen on fire. But not even they can help me. And I don’t know how you can. Because I’ve spent so much time staring at your picture, I can’t imagine seeing you move. Everybody tells me to ditch her, but I can’t seem to find that groove. Flashing red light, there you are. Paramecium scream you. Helpless, stranded, I’ve been branded. I can’t be seen without spotting you. Read faster, learn faster, go faster. Now Slow down. Think this thinking might be disaster. It’s time for you to come around. But I know you’ll always be her(e) And now is no time to amend. Because I’ve spent so much time staring at that picture. I can’t imagine seeing you move. Everyone here tells me to ditch her, but advice theirs don’t I approve. I’ve waited too long. Wanted too much. Feelings too strong. Don’t want to go Dutch. From a bar fight you’re broken glass. Shards of you that won’t wash out. No matter how far out of Dodge I pass, the rubbing just makes me shout. Philosophizing, Generalizing. No time now for love pulverizing. There are for every exception a rule. Turn it around and they’ll be the fool. I Am Nothing If You Are Nothing To Me Is that Something? But now I’ve back got to get this picture. Staring for longer than I will I can’t even remember how I miss her. But this staring will never lose appeal
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