Contentment is a Bedtime Story – 2019

2/16/19

Concrete ripples with wavering streaks
By the reflection of florescent moonlight
Off the pushing surface of Buffalo Creek
On this brisk and heartless Texas night.

Its water may be colder than the air
But at least it’s moving on:
Pushing past the past- unaware
Of the time between dusk and dawn
Or of the earth slashed away
To carve its flowing veins in time.

And I’m too viscous- I just can’t slip through
The commanding grasp of what’s become
Of the path I’ve carved in life for you-
 A stream now dammed and succumbed
To the temporal will of lustful play
Mistaken for love, and the loss is mine.

Pen in hand and a cigarette between my lips
I now breathe in the words you’ve spoken
To ink down my own in these fragmented clips-
Each voice is a piece of the trust you’ve broken.

But contentment is just a bedtime story
And unlike the waters of Buffalo Creek,
The flow of these words will stop.