Echoes Between Cardboard

Chatter boxes

like the back of a cereal box

appealing to all under the age of

literacy

depth to fill your empty bowl

and the complexity of Styrofoam.

Pass the milk, it will taste better.

Beautiful.

Perfectly simple with the explanation

that life is so damn complex

unfair

ugly.

Put some eyeliner on

it will make you look

more like her who got him who got her to

look like this.

Pitiful.

Comrades in idealism

ideas are self absorbed

and this lipstick is filled with lead.

Memory's Abandonment

March 2010
He left me one night in a drunken blue haze
peeling out from beneath the layers and
tip-toeing silently across the dirt filled cracks
of red oak

I lay induced in a placid
coma ignorant of the overwhelming verdict

Awoken into dizzy consciousness
still unable to wrestle vision into stillness
the morning had already come and passed
and the birds outside had concluded their daybreak chatter.

I leaned on silence for support as I pushed
myself from the pillow's cradle and staggered
five laps around hotel furniture.