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
