ramblings of a premature death

i wonder why in a world of 24/7 McDonalds, heavy duty batteries, and extended contact lenses…

my relationships never seem to get an extended shelf-life

i always get the instant, ready to eat, disposable encounters

that leave me feeling full and empty at the same time

the hunger pangs have ceased but still my mouth waters for real food.

at night, i have realized that a pillow is a poor substitute for a warm body.

maybe i can inject botox into every pseudo relationships in my life

but then again, who wants a long-lasting but inflexible companionship devoid of laugh lines?

the trouble with these type of pain relievers is that it tends to linger long after its efficacy

like echoes taunting and reminding you of their impending demise,

you still hear them as you popped in the next pill.

can one actually hold a bubble in one’s palm and bring it home to mother?

i tried and tried, but they always burst upon contact.

now i know what i should feel when watching a fireworks display,

amazement and wonder and sadness.

you light up the sky only to remind me of its darkness.

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