All The Right Places

A thourough search
breeds constant chaos.

I carry on searching
conspicuously ignoring
the box that holds
just what I want
or what I fear the most.

I carry on searching
in all the wrong places.

Vagaries

This
cannot shake
practiced apathy.

Somewhere, far away,
I am raging.
But not here.

Playing Along

Impossible
to make the first move
where I want to the most
as you turn
a blind eye
into the past.

Calcifying
in the wake
of this indifference
I shrug into
my pokerface
and play the joker.