Oswald's Aim

Watched my blip fall off your radar
Watch you wash me, spinning down the drain
Shot down like Lee Harvey Oswald’s
Trigger finger put him in his place.
Words all jumbled into roadblocks,
Alpha-phonetic bars in a cage

Love: dyslexic, ambivalent
vague, arthritic, sterile, indecisive
incoherent, enigmatic, apprehensive hearts

Smothered in a cardboard box with nowhere but the shelf to call home
Smothered in a silent car by inches that no longer feel like home

“And there you are, needing chiseled like a block of stone.
Yeah, I’m in love with everything you are,”
But it’s only who I might become.

“Doctor, doctor! Give me just another couple years,
Just give me 5 more months to live,
Just give me 3 more days to turn into a man.”
Read it in a fortune cookie, mass produced to say
“You’re like two atoms in a molecule.”
But really she’s a comet screaming past your face.

And that sparkle in your eyes; just a spectator’s gaze
Easy to fill you up when you’re just empty space.