A Misplaced Coma

Where did you leave it last?

I can't remember. That's the point.

Sharp and unignorable like

a hideous stranger on a bus.

Or a boil full of poisonous puss. Meow.

I don't even know what they're for

Anymore. Anymore. Anymore?

Why did you hold it so dear?

Was it fear?  I guess it was

Though guessing's all I've got to go on

When lying here, shot.

A life is exactly that

A momentary pause or link in a rusty chain

That is too easily lost in the rain

And rules will come down like

Your blood balloons

Into these empty roofless houses

Into these empty rooms without walls.

I'll give you a call if it's the last thing that I do. I do. I do.