"[High Speed]{Going Nowhere}"

"[High Speed]{Going Nowhere}"

Dial up the need
like cows grazing for seed.
They won't wait for the grass.
They love chasing the ass
So it never gets tender
And it clings to both genders.
When the psyche is dismembered,
No one reaches for the cleanser.
Poor decisions are the lender;
So you can't return to sender
When it's bred in house
And you are the only member.

You're moving fast, ma'am.

So prude and truculent.
Juicy peach so succulent
but bitter in aftertaste.
Charge it to the chase.
You chase away the chaste
And avoid the piece of glass
That would dare display your past
While you judge the lower class.
Your brief meetings and disclosures
cite that you're so far from closure.
You're on the search for peace;
But won't allow it to be over.

Slow down a little, ma'am.

None of it is kosher.
You're not even sober;
But you just might be alone
And I'm still on the phone.
A voice as bittersweet
as the one that used to greet
Or say things to reach my peak
That we often kept discreet.
Was surprised you'd even speak.
Not surprised at how it ended.
Haven't talked in months and weeks.
No wonder you were so offended.

Pace yourself some, now.

Since I'm no longer on,
I don't feel the need to get back on.
Feelings aren't something to snack on.
You have nothing to keep a track on.
No forums to place wise cracks on,
No material for you to snap on,
No stint of witty retort,
no friends to render observation reports,
No trace to supplement your plans.
The lines in the sand
Have been replaced by cement.
I believe it's fairly decent.

Take a breather, miss.

I'll admit. I reminisce.
I won't lie. I have my days.
Where I wonder about the way
We just threw it all away.
Most of it fashioned for strays.
None of it fancied by owners.
Even pets taste the ammonia.
Perfumed poison laced with passion
Misplaced in deliberate fashion
By one privy to distractions
That led to unruly actions
Resulting in a staunch detraction.
But hey, it's cool. Minor infractions.
We've incurred new interaction
and laid fresh root to current factions.
Just try your best to avoid traction.
You're damaged right now.
There's nothing left to recycle
Yet you tend to trod and trifle;
Even reaching for the rifle
But you'll never pull the trigger.
You're already an exposed figure:
Full bodied spirit laced with bitters.

The past like a cast
Wrapped tightly around your waist.
You tug to feign distress
But cease when it starts to chafe.
You sidestep and strafe.
You spin and swerve
As if it gets on your nerves
But you welcome what you deserve.

Ma'am.………
Ma'am…
Miss.
Hey…………

Take a break.
You don't have to shake
And give yourself the chills.
Your heart clings to these thrills
Like an addict with a fistful of pills
and you never wait for the water.
You're so close to overkill.
I believe you've had your fill.

Be still.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz