constructive destruction

find another friend and you discard
as you lose the argument in a cable car
– over your head by the fray

history repeats like the
shuffling of songs on radios
sending warnings through
subconscious antennas,

relationships fold in like
collapsed roads without
detour signs (or maybe
that's how the mind

constructs decisions,)
purgatory leads onto
lack of direction
mapping roads with

the cyclical nature
of the dial, turn it off
(the chorus repeats these
regrets excessively)