Ode to Xanex and her friends

Does anyone really think
It is supposed to be fun all the time
No variance of mood
Just a persistent state
Of blurry numbness
Anti-anxietied
By a little magic pill
That takes away the ouch
Until we don’t know anymore
How much pain we are really in.

Black & White

The party has begun
The rules are quite clear
One has to be right
For the other to be wrong

Push on in life
With the boundaries close at hand
Hyper-focused on the good and bad
The guilty and the innocent

Black and White
Safely distinguished
In a hazy world
Of complicated grey

So Out of Sync With Love

Most couples play
To win or lose
To vie for top, dog position
Challenging each other’s nerves
Inundating, infiltrating with adrenaline over flow

Is it in the name of fear
Of emptying out
That combustible cavern
Where behind the chaos
Is mere, silent, awkwardness
Of having nothing to say

And if the afternoon sunlight
Painted shades of unusual form
Would it stay unnoticed
The silhouettes of two lonely people
Who glued on to uniform despondency

Having love-makingless sex
In the lull of the darkness
Still wrapped in security blankets
Body casts
Of roles and rhythms
From misinterpreted rules of togetherness

The offspring- see
Through bulging eyes, incredulously
The veil of truth that will never be
As long as they follow consecutively

Loveless and hapless
Gang planked to efforescent bitterness
When parting the curtains
Has never been revealed
Perhaps the idea of letting in the sunlight
Is not an adaptable consideration