Rip out the cords
and hijack the system
before the motor runs
before adrenaline takes hold
and fuel pulses through the race car speeding head on straight down Niagara
aiming to reach the bottom of the grand canyon then fill that bowl with some repurposed and disengaged tears.
Tip over the that cereal bowl of broken heart cheerios
Which melt into something so sweet
You feel sick.
Can’t I be invincible to disappointment from your lack of kindness?
The two seconds I looked too long and only hoped
Before that mocking river started running into my veins.
Would someone please hot wire this soul
So it runs on something other than love?
So that the axis will grind through years that aren’t only
Turning out aching and time?