Poetry – Page 83 – A (wise) man of two faces

Friendzone

Walk the razor’s edge
between oblivion and
undiluted bliss.

Those lonesome days when no one speaks
and only the idle electric hum
breaks the cyberspace silence.

Custard cream puff clouds
with marshmallow filling float
through idle azure.

Each crowd has an atmosphere
a subtle way it colors the air
and today I don’t even need the sun
to feel the warm sunshine.

This zealous zephyr,
this pleasant breeze
lifts me up
puts me at ease.

Cheap food and cheap drinks
with balls and phallic symbols:
American pastime.

The azure skyline
stretches out like an ocean
of sweet, sweet freedom.

Departing the crumbing tower,
the wanderer walks into the wilderness
and finds peace as a lover unbroken
beneath ten heavy stars.

I asked to see you.
So you stood before me and
opened up your chest.

I tried so hard but
I lost count of all the scars
crisscrossing your heart.

You stood and puzzled
why I whispered, “Beautiful…”.
You didn’t get it.

For all of your pain,
you gave me your honesty
with flattering ease.

The way she filled that dress
was a subtle, sweet caress
and she danced and she moved
like she had nothing to prove.