Negligent Company

 You can lay by 3 flowers
then there's a river
treacle-footprints
pasty-water
that bench tugs
so vividly
bringing dreams to violent standstills.

I hope this stings.

Seeing through the walls
1 submission each hour
I suppose I owe myself some negligent company.
Oh Yeats 'the center cannot hold'
my ironic centralization
of you
stands to redeem itself
yet again
from my misery.

I hate myself for being pathetic.
Pedantic?
Terrific.

I loved to pretend I was miserable,
that predicament came too lightly-
now I'm
     a flight of stairs
           two escalators
           and 3 deep cuts
down from misery
an achievement all the same.

Time to be sentimental or semi-mental
I want to hold your hand across at least 2 major oceans
which is a statement at most.
I've paddled so smoothly
for so long.

I can't say much as I don't want to jinx
what is achieved, every inch
of lacquered-sandpaper, wood-chip walls

light daydreaming and midnight calls.