Digital Edit

So I see you have changed your name and all the same

Please get off my letters collected as if you ever had the order

Placed just set there for a temporary stay

I bet your father is ecstatic to have his claim re-intact

Printing up placards and business cards to hand out at funerals and birthdays

And every stranger on the streets walking away never felt so clean

To rid the shove and power over the crust to flake the taint of me off

Like burnt pastry flecks on an otherwise scrumptious éclair

But only I know the filling and you are playing the dare

Appearances and lengths of deception like an orbit for secret satellites

Who the hell are you out there in the cosmos?

Is there a distance to fall before gravity applies to your emotions?

As if any had pertinence or reference or you ever had qualms about

Refusing to explain why or when or how any of this could ever fall upon the ground

Because you intend to spend all your time up there above the atmosphere

In the corners of darkened space searching for moon rocks hoping to break

Silence in three thousand and twelve, just before the dinosaurs return

To cure cancer with ray guns and carnival prize sized paper tigers

Dispensed on the street corners with tiny notes attached with

Your rekindled name under the title compliments of

Wow, how amazing to grace us with your sentiments and splendor

To be within earshot to bask in the glow of the great pretender

Will the gravity be your kryptonite to soften the core, to shed emotion

Like a fissure for stores of pent up delusions or apathy whispered in a tidal wave

Of nothing limping out the gates for the harbinger of hollow

That love for you is like a narcoleptic vagabond estranged in a closed box car

Traversing a line from San Francisco to New York pin-balling back and forth

For years on end never to be seen or acknowledged because there is no room

For him in all your arrogance, saying you are probably going to hell

And then trucking on to tell how justified, you could do all of this without a fight

For us at all to ask for reparations or a second chance to make it right

Just rocket off out there into the oblivion of Saturn, leave your ring by the sink

Without a blink of where it was or when you plunked it out into the brink

Of silence you have left me with, extinct as the dinosaurs never to return

Buried in a past and a December for me to learn who you really are

In a flash like a meteor shower blanketing the sky impending black midnight on you and I

Never seeing it coming, never finishing my drink just sitting in a rocking chair

Holding the missing link

Like a lock of hair, like a whisper on a pillow,

Like brown eyes reflecting an unspoken story of all the lines that you have been hurling

Behind the fence line in a garbage pile for me to find after the maggots have had their fill

Never knowing what was there to begin or whatever will make sense in a thousand years

Just a flash in the sky of gravity taking effect on one of us on a crash and burn