Mechanical Burn

Sometimes it becomes too much  to drag this suitcase down the assmebly line,  the same mechanical routine.      I  re-read your e-mails everyday  to soften the metal edges.     I  consume, consume, consumed by lonliness  waste, waste, wasting away slowly  and  pretend.     nudged by an unnatural clock  divided by twenty-four.     maintained by the quality control department  of an artificial deist authority.     Why is it that everyone tells me,  who do you think you are?     There are standard operating procedures  for everything for a reason.     -     The world is not a stage,  just a curtain call that breaks your back.        It hurts not to see you everyday  It hurts not to feel complete  It hurts not to kiss you     It hurts to call out  in unrequited love.