variants of a circular fallacy

there was utter silence, dimness

i could read fragments of pain and angst and frustration

and guilt and infatuation. they cling to your thoughts

tonight

like entities wreaking havoc

onto a wonderfully crafted web, the same web

which used to enfold that blood pumping organ you now diagnose as

bro..ken

you sing songs that sound like translations

of the fatal tension

between your stubborn love and her lame excuses –

set of words that both make you alive

and strike you to death

i was wrong. we are indeed substitutes

for the xsquared that left her and the ycubed she sought

sweet, romantic concepts of existence and assurance from

everybody’s subsumed by this equational shit.

december mishaps. how could you seep through the wires

and send down tidbits of illusion into what

every one else thought of as a mere machine

and the next minute unscrew the hinges and bolts

leaving this system broken. dripping. falling to unwanted pieces.

just like how she broke you apart.

how long will it take for you to heal. for this machine to wait?

because somewhere else tonight

another being licks scars of a wounded heart

love is an infinite regress.