D is for Despondence

It's getting dark outside.
The message I've been waiting for
has finally arrived.
Satisfaction?
Heck, the night is only getting started!
Eruptions of cataclysmic-consent
has flooded the streets
like currents of tar and ash.
It's difficult to see the lines
It's difficult to see the street signs
A road to no-where
A saying with no phrase
And in our moment we combined
to make airwaves into pockets
of heavy breathing
and whispers into heavy moaning.

Non-Fiction Collection 2011
©Bobby Ruelas