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?