other lives

sentimentality you miss me
and i long for your easy
nostalgia ever present
in the decay of these feelings
float above me like a
helicopter so that i might be
a speeding train
descend a thing wire
and board this abject desire
now come gentle repose
where filling in holes
cannot elude reflection
en bref, become my mouthpiece
make of me a marionette
with flaccid want
without tension
in these limbs this voice
invade my desolate office
and show but the rot
of this dislocated body