Covetous Creature

Perched at my window sill
Staring at paint chips like tea leaves
Of all of these insecurities
Who needs any of these;
When you have history's
Self-fulfilling prophecies?

I'm going to write
Until every thing is right
Until everything is, alright

Reaching the Event Horizon
Of my mediocrity
You can't stop time
Past; Present; Future; Destiny
I swell and burst;
Just wanting to be sky

Picking butts out of the ashtray
Second cup of three day old coffee
I stopped taking care of myself
When you ceased desire to look at me

Stuck between a rock
And the hot place
It's flesh I want to displace
And the covetous memories

We skirt subjects as nimbly
As you used to remove mine
Stony faces urge unspoken words
And hidden landmines

Bodies that barely touch
With the same magnetic polarity
I push on; for you
Through arid monotony
Rough hands; hollow interest
I retreat to fantasy
Memories of your coquettish smile
Play out in infamy

I'm going to write
Until it's alright
No more distractions from my antics
No more hiding in semantics

Defuse, dissolve, dilute
This disillusion, nigh
Into something more vast and more blue
I just want to be sky