Casual Intelligence

It feels numb

to walk out

of the familiar street

of clustered love and longing

to the vastness

of apathy

Hours

Wet streaks dry, famine down your cheeks

Prayers

Hope, like dark clouds

drifting away

Words, assumed comforts

                                                                 

Left over sourness of distant stare

and the immediate chill

You walk out

the dragging breath, half built bridge.

The bunch of females,

his mud plains of

unejaculated

coital mirth