November 3, 2009
Entropy and the Loveless
Trapped in a relationship which has become loveless.
Day stretching out after day to the pace of well-trodden routine.
Isn’t so much like a boxing match fought gloveless…
Week upon week carried over on the sagging shoulders
of hidden-in-plain-sight over-familiarity.
… more like digging your own grave with your bare fingers,
scraped and scratched, shovelless.
Months become years in the mute and patiently despairing parlour charade.
Like a ‘terminal case’ normalcy is hopelessness.
Like a teabag being recycled to the point
of being a flavourless ritual
replacing long forgotten pleasures.
A relationship instinctively treading water,
like a shipwreck survivor,
waiting either for rescuer,
predator,
or just to succumb to exhausted atrophy,
and then sink to the bottom like a stone.
