Whittled a spoon and i dug my way out

Longing for Vulnerability  
masking true identities at depths  
that require scuba gear to breathe
submarines that could sink
 
emotions like a worn light switch
 
flick flick flick flick...
 
Oops...
 
i broke it
 
repair or replace is a longing question  
looming as i walk it to the garbage can curb
as to how long you can hold hovering hands
over red Bic lighters before the flame eats us alive
 
words from winter writers unknown
broke down walls once thought to be impenetrable
fort Knox heist  
being planned out now
rolling blueprints
 
we're going to need a damn good driver
 
no matter how many scalding showers i take  
standing under these waters waves  
penetrating  
precipitation  
 
pretending to drown  
the downfall never comes
we cough up water
tell them we're ok
 
charades  
parades
streamers at the stroke of midnight
but the pinata was filled with bricks this time
a bit troublesome to crack open  
with a yellow plastic bat for a kid
 
surrounded by crowds
a murder
containers of alcohol aching to be drank
slammed upside down shotglass
destined for a double dare to talk to them this time
scores of coworkers  
round' the water cooler chatter
acquaintances
but still i stand alone  
among masses making small talk
 
strip me down
spin around
break me as you would a beast
 
a Rubik's cube  
with blues and greens rubbed off
 
driving to work
this weakness rakes me across burning coals for breakfast
leafs in the backyard fire
repetition taught us how to survive
now we learn how to be brave
life brings us to our knees  
every single solitary confinement  
 
broken breaks derail us
this island of misfit toys
tosses me aside
a tight rope trapeze artist
these wings no longer fly
but fall in nabbing nets
 
content with the picture on this station
an hour later we realize it's on the black and white static channel
blaring volume
the neighbors start to complain
 
we all thought we were gold belt contenders
being bumped from the races checkered flag  
soaring
the asphalt tears proud shoulders  
from the ranks
ramps replace our stomping ground
 
filling online squares in the god box
our broken thoughts and dreams
daring ourselves to reach for better
 
i wanted to forget your razor blade eyes
lips for leaking my lustful lies
how does it feel to break bread with a monster
 
armed with arrows
the hunting party has arrived
 
i dressed up daring to forget
every single bit of blood rushed back
stained my very suit of black
hearts have a hankering  
to eat the very earth we stand on
 
charcoal and pastel brushstrokes  
upside down in the hammock  
i crafted my dream world once again
with spires too tall to topple
 
promises you could take to the bank
a sidewalk so sweet
the bakery sells it
and a cemetery that's never full
 
these cardboard cut out templates  
i thought were friends
i gave voices  
vices
vexed my situation
sit it in a slick sailboat  
and sent it down the oceans riptide
 
i staple my poems on telephone poles now
and the stage with a mic is calling my name
with words  
for the dreamers
the cynical
the sharks who steal your feet
the smiles
and those batting eyes
i'd one day like to meet
 
brick by brick i lay the foundation
for this false sense of security
slithers away
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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inspired by the spectacular : WoundedHeart
 
 
 
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/277703-secondary-place/