Raj Dronamraju Poems

You don't live on an island
I don't live on an island
But the way civilization buffets us causes us not be able to settle into peaceful repetition and makes us feel as if we survive alone
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I promise that nothing of an untoward nature will occur
If you ever choose to meet me again for checked desire in a public realm
Behind the devil's aestheticism, I can't believe I came out no longer bothered by her and their disdain
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I was angry at the queue jumpers
But I was angrier at those who did nothing to correct their behavior
Who waited on them as if they had waited on us and didn't cut in line
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He slack jawed eternity minimizer
Grumbling, cannot do anything by himself
The car stalls going up a hill and he stalls everywhere else
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Love bears witness, it's silent and it doesn't judge
Doesn't need to keep notes for the heart records all permanently
Slides into casual discussions and unplanned encounters
Does not coach or advise but is felt by those observed as if it did
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Your immediate surroundings are tainted at the roots by toxic waste
And there's no point at all in talking to other people
Your dreams of communication are made into wishes to be granted by pen and keyboard
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I was there when she checked out
I was there when the ledge proved too low for her
I gave it a nod and a shrug and a look of approval and a look of disapproval
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During the hot summer months in a one bedroom apartment
We would sleep in the cooler living room
Pulling out the couch into a fold-out bed
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On my own
I find that everything yellow pierces the eye
These representations were as clear-eyed as sugar's effect on the body and the mind
Everyone has the same expression on their face
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Perturbed by your exuberance, let down by your coldness
I can't believe you strung a wire from your heart to both of these two extremes
And also that which I escaped from a decade ago has snared me once again in a brand new trap
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