An extreme slope of loneliness
rise over run
has plateau’d and remains constant
and on that ray
the fixed end is frustration
a sense of familiarity
and the inability to mobilize
in order to project anger
in desperation I contact.
send out my words
with underlying whimpers of pleading
I move from high to low
and in order to ground myself
I omit the most vibrant of energies
you are blind, I am unstable
if only my words grasped at your throat
sweet swimmer
and took attention to your voice
I was once so attracted to
be the man that your larynx suggests
I want some damn attention