Deep Sea Diving

Deep Sea Diving

There might be a metaphor

for what it’s like 

when she walks out the door,

but if I knew one 

then I’d have to explain 

the trouble it is 

to be attached  

like a Chinese finger trap,

the more I pull away

the tighter she grips.

Just like it’s been said,

if you love something 

then you to have learn

to give it away,

and usually I’d say

that’d be correct,

but what about when 

you spend the majority of your day

working for a paycheck

and come home 

with a half dozen reasons why

you can’t continue in the work 

you say you want to do?

The definition of a tease,

right when you think

I’ll get what I came for 

we hear whistling,

“Woohweetweetweetwhooh.

Wooh.Wooh.Wooh.”

A Western duel,

guns on the hip,

fingers triggered,

and it’s drawing first

that 

she

shoots

me.

It’s probably time 

to define the relationship

when it’s a nagging nuisance 

to simply walk by the room 

where you used to make love,

a pen embracing a page,

but it’s not like that 

in this day and age,

more like fingers

tracing the lines 

over plastic keys,

we’re left wondering 

if we need 

a change in tense

or a different point-of-view,

because a life

all plotted out 

leaves no room

for reader surprise.

If the writer

knows the way to the ending,

what’s the point

of ever beginning?

But I guess then

we still have the non-linear story, 

scenes taken 

from the back page of her script,

and added to Act II,

remove genesis from Act I

place it in III,

watch the timeline,

edit it,

and boy 

now do we have a movie!

Then there’s still that question

of whether or not

we have defined what it means to love, 

not the selfish kind

of wanting something

for how it benefits you,

or the dependence of sacrifice

blindly ignoring your needs

in the pious voice of hypocrisy.

“How do you stay inspired?”

He spins me around in chair

and begins shaving my left side.

“I guess it’s looking inside

and seeing darkness,

but knowing 

if I seek long enough

I’ll find the light.”