Island of Broken Boys

This piece of plastic

Is fantastic

Accompanies me

Through the sullen snow

Our future recedes

It was once orgiastic

Now I practice

Forgetting what I know

The chief of police

Held a press conference

I watched it through the

Window of a bar

Where a faceless man

Stirred a gin and tonic

Watched a commercial

With a pretty, singing star

Jammed a cold hand

in my overcoat

And I continued

onward

The masses seem disillusioned

With hope

Now they’re starting

To talk a bit tougher

Chorus:

And if you could fix

This brokenness

There’d be no reason to love you

So my salvation

Is a fabrication

I refuse to invest in

And if I could soothe

Your Jazz Age blues

You’d have no reason to need me

So your depression

Is actually an obsession

With the theory of original sin

…………………..

My screen feeds

Endless imagery

A repository for the

Past

It provides no epiphany

But keeps me company

Like a looping late-night

News broadcast

I’m notified

To my surprise

That my phone thinks

I’m lost

It recommends

A taxi ride

And calculates

The cost

Wondered near the

Seaport sea

And my boots

Crunch upon the frost

Your text message

Reminds me

Solidarity

Is love unlost

Chorus

On an island

Of broken toys

Where the brutalism is

Authentic

You showed mercy

To one lucky boy

So the sewer mulch

May be romantic

In the time of

The broken mirror

Where the meaning

Of morality is questioned

In each other’s mind

We find a glimmer

Of the love that

Must be protected

Modern idealogues

In a screen

Who won’t feel the violence

They advocate

I take these walks

Away from me

Before returning home to you

To create