Who can say

Clicks stop, clicks stop rubber asphalt and rubber soles
blades of grass, popping acorns and dried up leaves
angry ember, seething hate in paper packed tobacco
Orange dirty light from street lamp poles

Alcohol wipes sunburnt lips, dry cracked
licked wet
prickly stubble, cactus face, velcro snap
CHA CHA lounge delays
empty buddy list empty mind
undertones of emptiness
permeate the air like sour department store cologne
sour voices, sour responses
her voice is sweet like sour gummy worms

Smooth skin like silken sheets, dark linen
Laugh like water from minutest spring
in the suncaked dryest desert
so soft, so coveted
so soft and cold
a delicacy for starving fingertips and the heart alike

silent clicks, nearly silent, surpressed language from a board
a marriage of mind and voice
voices voices voices
voices in the darkness, pops drips bleeps
bubbled conversation

the early morning looks just like night
Who can say if she'll be there
Who can say?