Driveway

The hope is lost

to the allure of routine-

to roll up with fanfare

to a predatory house

with its promise of unwinding 

swilled in so many bottles.

I am a crime with no witnesses

and it's lonely.

It's all too easy.

To smother the woman before possibilties become a sealed fate

to drown the girl in melancholy-

all these weaknesses dowsed in the perfume of poetry.

And I just want and want and want

I don't need food

I need my head in your lap

fingers in my hair, the sunlight.

It's cold in the driveway

I've been abandoned

and betrayed by strangers-

all of us silly humans

screaming into the void.