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“she was singing (but there was no life)” by Trevor Witt

“Your sex is on fire”, she was singing,
But the feeling was of flames fading,
Embers slowly cooling,
From a bright neon orange,
To a dull gray ash.

The crowd was busy,
The sound was muffled,
The conversations of loud drunks,
Cut through the music,
Like a cacophony of hyenas.

There was no life in the music,
And less in my heart,
Which was searching outside itself.

“The Stranger (lone wolf)” by Trevor Witt

The lone wolf scares Americans,
Hunting and killing its prey,
A metaphor for a singular extremist,
Acting without coordinating with others,

Strangers terrify bystanders in the U.S.,
Why is this person sitting by himself?
Looking around, at people, at his phone,
Is he waiting for someone? Or something?

Who is this man who eats by himself?
The loner must be a delinquent, a deviant,
Deviating from the norm, an Anti-social.
Why do his eyes dart this way and that?

We are obsessed, driven by fear.
His eyes search for eyes, so it seems.
Why is he trying to make eyes at everyone?
Why doesn’t he make eye contact with anyone?

How come he doesn’t talk to anyone?
Why is he trying to talk to me?

The man has been turned into a wolf –
Disowned by the pack, rejected as kin.
He must be a predator, a killer perhaps,
And his threat must be “neutralized”.

Strange that there are so few wolves left,
It is no wonder that the man hunts alone.

“Why do I waste my time on something other than love?” by Trevor Witt

Why do I waste my time on something other than love?
Why do I chase after the dreams of some other shlub?
I need you, the apple of my eye, the sun in my sky.

Why do I waste my time chasing women at the bar?
Why do I worry about buying accessories for my car?
I want you, the delight of my night, a joy oh so bright!

Why do I keep searching for someone to make me whole?
Why do I judge myself by some unfinished goal?
I am enough for me, and I want to be for you.

So why bother with extra activities?
Why waste my time trying to please
Some people who never understand?

All that matters to me is your happiness,
Everything else can be put to rest,
We were made for each other, G-d blessed.