Staying Away

In blue waiting
waits your revelry:
sleep starved
and half the promise
I was when I first
started this inquisition
into your landscape.

Elastic diorama,
you triangulate
toward depraved
surfaces,
your props lavish
the horizon with
paper-cuts and
vanish.

We turn,
another week
of compulsory earnings
and gentle asides.

How come you're so quiet?

O, rotten.
My cheeks flare and burn.
By the time
you have gotten this message,
we will have already
passed each other by.