at the new move in,

to the single apartment

eyes scan the out world,

observed

from a forgotten fish bowl,

floating king sized

and upside down.

 

from the empty conditioned drone

listen

to neighbors television sets,

beds squeaking of sex,

while love lyes masturbating

to reruned memories of an ex.

 

from the lost,

alone at the bottom of a well,

filling from eyes overflowing.

witness the stars

winking in the pitch,

on a black afternoon

 

from loneliness,

work-out the routine,

day in and out

only to return

to the cold bed

clutching a cock

with two empty hands

ticking in the wall

thinking of the razor’s gift

to shift everything

permanent.

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