Asphalt

Pass it off like a chore, we run late

Racking for rationale to berate me

The coffee has gotten cold and i summon

Patience as my fragile heart beats like a drum

This is not, is not language

No this is not love at all

My veins shiver as a spectacle

And you're stoic and tall

Get up off the floor

I know this is a blurred, pitiful galore

And we all find solace in heartache and grief

Some sequence of warm, self-loathing relief

We can't speak and

You poetically depart from me

Written words like a marquee

And i can't move and i can't speak

This language is foreign to me

I look outside, what do i see

Steam off the asphalt from all the heat

And all the asphalt that i see

The steam just seems to follow me

And i can't leave without acquaintance

Tagging along behind me

Listen to me when i talk, in a trance

Good advice bounces right off of you at first glance

We're alone in public spaces, we're always alone

Isolated embrace, you're error-prone

You keep calling, shaken-up

Dissecting every word thereof

This is not, this is not a language

No this is not, could not be love