To Me HEARTS AND KISSES

shadows on the porch,
sitting breathing rapping their
fingers.
shadows of life that once was
memorable
cohesive, even, again.
rhythmic nothings and soundless voices
hurt the beginnings of nothing to come.
shadows fucking shadows.
tongues drip saliva.
invisible to the naked eye
are all the channels.
unreceptive as ever before
blank colors to the stare,
the glare.
peaked televised auras of
non-material.
indigenous instinct.
fucking shadows fucking.
fucking shadows fucking