Brittle

I stand separated
from my only
credible
companion

With a trimmer
entity, they had
planned
my union

An inexplicable
anguish
filled the air

I accept my
fate in deep
despair

and then
my myopic
eyes shone

in contact
with a thin
sheet of concave
silicone.

Lust

I gazed at the
article's engrossing
sheen
while thumbing
through the
waxy pages
of some arbit
magazine
that celebrated a
forced impregnation;
one of the sorts
to emulate
HIS creation

Wondering why,
to such brutality,
mankind bowed

Pitying the victim,
a Cloud.