Lost

handbag me
when we've rung into
the shady spelling of
night, all this severe need
to excuse my dream from
you when i'm deliberately
half falling into disaster

then we
speed boat into
light, the kind of communication
i cannot trust, learning ourselves
or maybe just trying and it
is difficult enough when my memories
have been already hitched between battered
days, but you hand me an empty
bottle and i fish out my future
to seal

i remember to reverse
you with a sigh, my fist slamming
repeatedly against the marriage
of lost causes and crashing fates

all these noncommittal conversations
crumpled among my lonely Sundays

the kind when you pack your bags but go nowhere

wish you were somebody else