the lavishments of silver conversation

have you ever felt
the voyeur of longing in
each pulsing breath ?
imagine a movie made out of love
now imagine that it isn't
imagine a world where nothing goes right,
where need against need are at cross roads
and we are all to blame
this story is a jittery time bomb,
tick tock goes the clock beneath my
normal life,
in my right hand the joy of small weird
primers of love jumping shrapnel
in my bloodstream
in my left hand the lavishments
of silver conversation

there are so many songs on the radio like this,
the ones that make me want to cry
but the musician is always smarter than you,
he yawns at what you've failed to notice in the dark
and the truth is, I'm not a romantic,
I'm a half-wit
please tell me I'm not the only one who sees this
I've lost the concept of salvation
trying to breathe in the very being
of someone without laying a finger
on their body
which brings us back to
the story on the hero's shoulders
trying to pull you out of burning buildings
and not without the abundance of violence

I'm in a bit of a mope,
hugging the dark parts of my thoughts
because they are the only ones
who have never let me go
but in wake of hope that you
might just sit and
talk a bit
but you never come through

the chemistry in our bodies