Electrical Short

Photo by Yuichi Kageyama on Unsplash

Flickering lightbulb,
external to an internal heart.
Home has electric hopes and shorts
with which we cope —
far beyond an essence.

Sunset-watchers gaze and gloat,
parading with psychiatric
filth and photos,
seizing moments,
captive and captured.

Cancerous conformity cripples our can
and narcissism commodifies
in a cage, contained.
We can’t, we can’t,
we can’t, we can’t, we claim.

Supposedly caught between
the glow and the gulag.

We can never seize what we can.
There’s hope,
but we come up short.
Realizing a connection…
never realized.