Marooned

No man- they say- is an island- moored

pitifully on these reckless shores. And yet,

my loneliness- glowering over- showering

thunders of longing- a pulsing star of dust

and pain.

Save me. Save me. Save me from this triumph

of emptiness- lured by the drunken leisure of

trapped nerves- coffin of numbness tests the

strength of claws-shrieking the vomit, so

painfully withheld.

Marooned. Shipwrecked and marooned. Sifting

through timeless sands- grate and cringe at

the electric friction- bivouac of effervescence,

cradled as life becomes the auteur- skillful

manipulations.