daywaster

namaste
brethren,
o comfit
comrades,
striking the
quivering heart
of the matter
with deft craft,
clutching it
out of nothing,
our jumpstarts
quickened
to ash, a fatality-
taste of debris,
running out
whatever's left
of me, scraping
barely by,
remembering.
i'm definitively
fading while
you are away.
i hold the picture-
memory of your
face so close
my eyes lose
focus. focus.
the word
like a locust
swarming my
skeleton.
plaguing
the cage
until you
shoo them
away.