Glass House Oblivion
I wait for you
in the pale light of dawn
for kisses from anguished lips
the memory of your touch
of excessive passions
acerbic dreams
i am guilty
the sad eyes
of a thousand goodbyes
the silence of shadows
offers no consolation
to the iron heart
easter sunday
so far past
i dare not
journey there
fear of repitition
corrupts this slow lament
as afternoon comes
falling perilously slow
the tedium
of a figure in perforated time
as witnessed by others
the stars are dark tonight
the bland stares of the blind
baseless facts expounded by droids
at the center for the dull
the battery runs low
cells divide
time is pierced and distant
memory becomes
an apocryphal distraction
we are
you must know
a stone's throw away
from glass house oblivion.