What is this cold/hot thing?

[tectak]

What is this cold/hot thing?


What am I supposed to love now?...or who?
Give me your ghost or give me a massacre.Not clear this early in what this line means. Context comes first...that way the obscure may not be. You begin with a question and follow with an enigma. It is not looking good for the reader
Just don't keep leaving me alone I read these things through before crit. I cannot reconcile this line with what comes later. It is almost as if you have written the whole piece backwards

I find my bleary eyes
slaved to a McDonald's sign, slaved? Again, what can you mean? Enslaved?
and I am losing my mind. Yes

Sing into my head
about the boy that missed us?
Leave my hosannas.
You used to sing hosanna . . .
on Easter, dressed up . . . Nope. Just too far out on the cerebral savannah...I cannot see it.I am not really convinced that this means whatever you think it means...so this may be the end for me.

I'm worn out as a desert stone,
like a puzzle with all its edges gone,
the steam in a sauna
back into the bottle

In this vivid darkness, 
I'm
in the cherry dark,
all alone,
in the ruby dark,
so alone.

This unsalted potato barely looks like my heart anymore.
It barely looks like the thing you used to own
before you up and died.
Why'd you do that for? Too vernacular for the ambience

I needed you then
now I need you more

Do you miss me
wherever you have gone?
Is it blissful there, or did someone get the whole thing wrong Is this a question?

Now, you are my viole't dream What the h'll is viole't?
You're the rainy road under my keening Keening? Help, I will listen. The word has many definitions but without some confidence in the context no meaning is certain... this is a pity because you waste a good word.
You're the shuttered windows, no one sees
Could you crane your see-through head and kiss me deep one more time, as I fall asleep?

Where's my baby gone
I'm sitting in my truck 
now the engine's off

where's my Ruby gone
the doors are locked
and the radio is on

Hi crow.
All is opinion but no to this...I have lost faith in the metaphor...whatever it was, is or may be. It is scattered, erratic, unbound and so loose it is falling apart like a wet newspaper. Abstractions are often translatable from first principles but this is obscure beyond all hope. I am unsure of everything you have written so you may well say "result."
Leaving it to others. I can do no more.
Best,
tectak