Casio
A German folk tune eschewed
from my casio,
calming my tremmors.
Surrendered to the long ago belief,
that a freak of nature brought me
into this make believe hovel
of a human being,
there is no milk today.
My love has gone away.
Feelings passed, happiness
is a pipe dream,
crushed under the weight
of keys.
A hollow heart is filled
momentarily with sweet
nothings, as the last melodies
reverberate.
A hate filled rage detonates
in the cold stillness of my soul.
The words of a misanthrope
gather on my tongue.
Murderous thoughts come,
but my casio quells
that savage yearning,
as I go burning, burning, burning.