January 11, 2021

 

Fuel Cell

 
 
 

Fuel cell

I wish I didn't ooze out of bed each day
I want you to tap my screen
so I can come alive again
reverberate and light
us up into oblivion
        kinetics required to put me together
I don't want to be your constant bad dream
I need a lobotomy or
        perhaps you do
then we can put away the carving knives
and put up with each other
these gadgets
do nothing as much as give us something
        to do
        to buy
        to want
I want your human hands
        place mine into them
        and birth a nebula
a cataclysm
happens when two fireballs
connect
if I didn't need you
I'd have burned you
but need is a powerful craving
that closes up wounds
need
fires this heart
        to burn
I'm smoldering
        on hold
I want to scream
but who'd hear me
        stoke this fire baby
cold travels fast






Article © Donna Dallas. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-01-11
Image(s) are public domain.


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