Samsonite: The Jaded Baggage of One Stop Dating
A Raven's View

The blizzard begins, cold seeps between what was wanted
What is needed, and the uncertainty of what is. The hardened decay of a
bruised spirit. The soured stench of shredded hope
Left is the shell of elation, hollow and riddled.
Grief the sacrificial victim
Disillusionment, a cherished friend.
Broken promises—denied possibility
the loss of intimacy, caring, and closeness.
Ignorance impersonating as conscience
a-piece-of-as- is-a-piece-of-ass-as-flesh- is-as
forgettable as the unnoticed sunrise.
It is not about
meeting new friends.
It is about the
The Right Here!
The Right Now!
The Right ON!
It is about the foolishness
of distorted focus, The flavor
of the hour, found
in chat rooms, on-line personals. Numbers connect
voices, voices to lust, lust to
Indifference.
In the mass, bodies shift between righteousness
and regret, between the urgent now and the morning after
relating principle to immediate gratification—
we are all expendable.
No expectations result in very little disappointment.
We are our own freak shows.
Patience is a luxury.
Soul searching becomes a staple
Preservation becomes pointless.
We are always left wanting




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