talk show host*

   gave up hope.
     lost it somewhere 
      (back there)
    between dreamcometrue
      and falling fast the
     pavement meets me.

    walking
     dejected
      rain puddles alone.

   what's that?
    crazy fucker wants some 
   change from you.
    go on,
     keep walking.

    lock slip spin
     open the door
     empty apartment.

    tv stares
     (wide eyed)
      at you,
     piles of white incense ash
      on the coffee table,
    glass half empty
     dusty water fingerprints.

     alone again
      at home again
       why?
     god why me?

    does this always have
     to happen?
      you meet her
       love her
        leaves you
         repeat.

    what's the point
     in trying again?
      try harder
       but push against 
      immovable will
     gets you nowhere 
       (as always)
      and always will.