Gone Mad Poem by John Sensele

Strewn with debris a heartache left
On October first twenty twenty
At six o'clock in the curvaceous cleft
My heart brandishes as an intimate entity

My heart vowed never again to play love games
Games heartbreakers play
At will hardly caring if love loss claims
Innocent hearts too tired to lie on display

On mobile phone screens dribbling hands
Flash on back seats of taxis they ride
Boasting promotion has lifted their brands
In the global market where they decide

Which hearts to break on social media
Social media where their indifference lives
Lying in wait for any hearts that kiss the encyclopedia
With a zillion entries on heartbreak sieves.