Day: May 2, 2015

Counterproductive

My body floats away

From this crowded room

You are here

And there are things to talk about

After the walls come down

And you show up,

Again

Counterproductive

Always living at the edge

Heartless and reckless

Never knowing when

You’ve had enough,

When you’ve pushed too far

But none of this is real

Turn my head and clear my throat

Just a time-filler,

Waster, Player of too many games

Over-analyze

Taking note, so later there can be

Adjustments

Adjustments to this slipping away,

This turning away

Always lost and floating

And oh, so

Counterproductive

© Dicky J Loweman 2015