The Profits of a Vow

In the age of Tiger Woods, cars hit trees from loss of direction.
But loss is a not an action word. It is about now not later.

Late arrivals disorient movements, eyes follow the shifting sound
Like hound dogs. They can search and kill with nuclear payload.

This is the era of abandoned homes. Before the drones came,
they were deserted. The destruction is just formalities.

So, to keep one's sanity intact, shut a partner's mouth
with a kiss. Very pacifist, muffling dissent with affectation.

When you come to, try hard to peer into the heavy floating dust.
I recognize myself, organized and structured like a poem.

She does not bother with meanings or intentions.
The familiarity of words is an enough welcome.

Come is such a risky four-letter word. I ask,
Is our adventure so far profitable?

The Other End

This road, to the first time traveler, appears to have no end,
just forever winding. Like her, no sharp edges, only curves to learn.

His audit of the sceneries are adding up like expenses.
The totals are getting heavy in the pocket until they bore them.

"I wish I learned a foreign language, perhaps Russian,
these people don't know and read a Russian book as if I can."

The dizziness can make you puke. If she jumps out into the open,
totally unexpected, that will be indecent. Creditors will note.

Will anyone stay riding a runaway project? Must act fast.
Ahead might be a big hump from which you cannot see the other end.