Who Really Works Anymore

His desire is not to be wanted as he struggles
to hold on to a past shackling him from peace
in mind he shares with another;
it’s his fear running him rugged in hopes
of rekindling what his offspring represents
in his current case of evolution.

His heart lies heavy on his lungs
suffocating any dreams of blissful happiness
stumbling forward  his blood slows,
he’s  intoxicated by what she embodies,
so he stays overindulged mentally

There’s no consistency in their communication
as he’s devoured by the idea of another
outside the flesh of his children’s mother.

He laughs and smiles at his situation the only way
he knows, cause the world may never know
how his love grows; the world cannot see he’s torn
between the past he used to share
and the connection he now has with another
capturing the interior of his ears.

If Time knew what Love saw when
it saw its reflection; the world would go
berserk, but he’s corked from filling
his current manifestation
and she’s stuck asking,
“Who really works anymore?”

- 08172011