Plastic Dishes

So there he stood washing a plate. But something was different. His eyes looked elsewhere, distant, away from the suds and cold tap running through his fingers. Lips, although silent, fluttered a free jazz rhythm, betraying the otherwise hidden conversation that went on inside his tilted head. It's a girl again. Hello. How are you? Smiles about a past good time. She's just as real as he, standing playfully with a full scoop of charm.

Then reality. 

The sound of dogwater going down the drain. It was just him and the dishes.

Look Listen

The Wretched

You lost this life, so now go lose yours.
Suffer worst and repent
with what's left of what ya burned.
Singing lies you stood sturdy.
Once promise, now ruin;
your act practiced in gospel silence

but I heard your whoring.