Slammed & Split

Fiddling

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I don't want to like you,
so I'm stopping now.

It's too inconvenient
and won't likely work out.
It's one giant tease
at the end of the tunnel,
in which,
even with options,
futures we funnel:
the what ifs,
the maybes,
the want-tos we run to;
grasping at straws
ratio reversed,
all shorts and a long,
leaving us cursed
with a want to keep choosing
when we know what comes up first,
then second,
then third,
and so on
and so forth
until it gets absurd.

Cyclical nature
of a measure unheard
by people you know
or those that you tell
who can't understand
such relationship hell.
They deign to tell
you all of the things
you've heard enough times
to tighten the strings
on the fiddle
as relationship Rome
smolders on the griddle,
but never burns completely.

The foundation in place
makes it too easy
to rebuild
reconstruct
rethink the plans
on which new blueprints stand
a phoenix-like edifice
rises over the land
but the Jean Gray version
against which we must band
before being consumed
whole, to a man
by the scam
of redemption that's offered
as it takes your hand
promising the universe
and forgetting the land
under your feet
and around you that spans
what you could be enjoying
if you'd give it a chance
to be more than scenery
as time goes on past.

Life in the way of life
is the situation we're facing
and I don't think I like it
so this is me racing
not away from you
but toward a life I'm embracing
with renewed vigor and focus
on the game that I'm playing
no one down the road
for which I'm saving
energy and emotion
instead I'm creating commotion
by staying in motion
and not stalling out
the engine's turned over.
There's no longer doubt
about right choices and wrong ones,
short roads versus long ones,
weak moves against strong ones.
I'm taking action
instead of waiting around
and don't wait to look
because I'll soon
not be found.