Waves

Waves have a particular poetry

In that they can cancel

So what does that mean

For you or for me

Or the antibiotics that

Are coursing through my

Oh so healthy veins in that

That body we all want to

Escape for some reason

This beat makes me so happy

Does it you?

I can only hope

Even though you’re too emotional

And I’m too much of a dick

To even care about you

Or me

Or so you say, because

My mind knows my mind

And you don’t know my mind

My face betrays my words

You pick up on cues

You’re much too smart for me

You’re not mine

But I don’t want anyone

The reason to go

Is the reason to fill the aorta

Ventricles that we so often

Beat.  Suddenly I look at

The sky and all this

Vanishes from my mind

My mailbox beckons with

That horror of red dots

With numbers

With deals

With pleas for help