Sand-Filled Relationships Poem by O.S. Brooks

You kiss...
Try to rekindle a burnt out flame
Like starting a match under water
It all falls apart
Tomorrow you will try again
On the corpse you call tranquility

The sun falls out of the sky
Belly flops right down in to the river
Where boats carry trash upstream
A worker looks for a matching shoe
A swarm of flies are assisting him

Its dark and your not home
You've found someone else to consider
A door with a mouth not as wide
You've been up all night running marathons
On a wine stained carpet
And there's perfume on your collar
Money on the floor

Morning arrives and your late for something
A cup of coffee is waiting for you
The car starts with a sort of violent cough
You head down the street toward Forbes Avenue
It's raining inside your briefcase
You gather your thoughts like bottled water
Then remember to put on your forever ring

The sidewalks are filled with dark suits
The city is alive and its getting angry
The sound of her anguish comes to life
Rush hour
A slow drag behind some one from out of state
You wish you could rocket blast forward in time
Or rewind your life back ten years
Press play around the time you meet lover number one
Think it over
Believe there's a chance encounter behind her smile
Believe her jealousy will dissapear with age

You pull in to a parking garage
Twist the key and turn off your life
Your cigarette lighter is missing something
You examine the hole as you do relationships
Wondering