Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Rodak's Writings: Black Light Blues


Black Light Blues

Willingness edges
into the room
sideways through
a door that never
fully opens
shies away
like a feral cat
when I tentatively
extend my hand

So I sit and wait

And missing
that which made me
suicidal makes me

We are being fried
by our cell phones
ubiquitous wifi
slowly roasted
by Nipponized
hard rain

But we worry
about premature
hair loss sagging
breasts erectile
our team’s loss
to their team
quarterly reports

As the world burns
down to dust
in a redacted holocaust