Hangers

Hangers hanging coldly

On an empty rack

Clothing come and gone again

Gone again, again alone

Wondering whether I can weather

Yet another kitchen storm

Crashing through another

Hopeless fucking life

Empty streets are filled with couples

Cooing love-struck sighs

Inside my skull they echo

Endlessly

Screaming echoes in the wordless bar

Animalistic wretching

In the midst of rutting

One another over, under-over

Hearing them is worse than

Seeing them

Cannot unsee the visions

I have seen--

-Happy tear-streaked lines

-Covering a well-loved face

-As another’s hand creeps

-Down the hair, the neck, the sighs, the lies

Here I am

Endless refrain

Choking back the falling

Of one more wasted time

Another wasted sigh