Tired

I can still hear you

Over the clamour of red wine
and white lines
on clear table tops

Over the white noise
joyless machinations
of Big Brother
whining its moronic song
to a mass of mind wasted zombie fucks
eyes dripping glue
mouths agape to intake
the mush pap smear viscosity
presented as TV

A pseudo psycho haunting
not quite the whole deal
just echoes of echoes

And while your not always there
when I turn around

I feel the warmth of where your feet hath tread
the heat emanating
from your passage through
my relentless circling
lust

If I break it down
into its simple parts
I can clearly define
where the lack of actual begins
and phantasms consume

Leap left of me
and always walk in shadow
and I will join you

If you left me alone
I would gladly pine
the scent
a sharp stab of regret
letting go is
just another place I
wish to acquaint myself with

but no
there you are once more
a smiling countenance
surging up through the floor boards
spectral fingers
sliding ever so

slowly up skin muscle bone

the way you seep
and infuse

the way I lack ability

to refuse