Livingrooms

Shock fingers snaking across the desk. My love last into the distance. Where wolves howl round in darkness. My hands in suit pockets. My fists are clothed in bloody roses. Green grasses around my feet. She is my love of livingrooms. Must we go here tonight my dear? I am the lover of welcome home. I am the welcome mat of falling back down to earth. She could have shot me in the head. I could have bled to death in a moment. Into alternate worlds. Pity parallel. She is a sure thing, he a candidate for king. Good things drop on us. Humans lift your hair. Earth sinews bend. Trees sway in loneliness. She is my lost master of the worlds beneath. Could we come together one more time? I am finding my way there without you. A child could have bred birds under his bed. She could have looked and crushed their eggs. Dinosaurs breathing life into dragon wings. Could we break and broach and ask our minds to feel a certain way? I am a tiger in a cage of lifted skirts and yellow underwear. She could have fed them seeds and her hands would have turned to stone. You know what I am yelling? Can you feel my pain scattered across the windy roads? Feel my hunger growing. You could kill him, they warned. I am a waiting lion by the village exit. She could hug him into dust. She would have been right for doing so. I am asking for answers. I hope you will listen. Please communicate with me. Hear my pleas and give me clarity. For I am your servant. I can Google you within.