Midnight. Teens wander – beautiful, lit, lost.
A homeless man waves his torn flag. Git lost.
How close lie pleasure and oblivion.
Till Roe – missed period, dead rabbit, lost
future. The waning moon makes her wonder
about old boyfriends – cop, convict, Brit. Lost
to time or wives. Renunciates fear their
hungers. The grump toasts, Here’s to more shit lost.
The woman pulled to pieces by her kids’ and
husband’s needs. She offers kiss, toy, tit. Lost,
the free, whole self she once was.
Moonlight turns
spilled blood black. Near porch lamps, doomed moths flit. Lost
dogs whine. The young obsess about death but
can’t fathom their own bodies, looks, wit lost.
Satan’s not your oo-woo angsty boy, one
goth tells another. We must admit – Lost
dreams don’t come back. Watch the mom beg, Tell me
where you’ve been, and her dull-eyed son spit, Lost.
I want to die fully spent, each heart-stone
turned. Dissatisfaction, that culprit, lost.