Oxytocin Man

You throw words

against a canvas

this blank white wall

this empty space

whimsical smile playing

on your lips.

Not caring that some shafts

find a mark,

and the target

is vulnerable,

as you have previously

ascertained.

You watch, you wait,

you evaluate,

You can't help yourself,

it's what makes you you.

But you want infinite variety

always the spectacle

of something different

and eventually

variety turns into sameness,

and you're done.

Nothing touches 

your teflon heart

Oh oxytocin man

She knew what you were

But fell for you

anyway.

You were a rush

to a tired heart

that had stopped 

feeling.

that had almost 

stopped beating.

But day turns into night

the four hours are up

and you're weary.

So you smile,

and turn away

you're done for today.

Oh oxytocin man,

You're done.