The torture of convenience

Weapon of searing heat
aimed ruthlessly to blind
the hopeful eyes
of my heart
peering out so earnestly
only to be met with vicious rage
aimlessly shuffled along in ragged rows
scorched-topped vegetables
back behind iron bars.

Pulsing beacon
laced and stiffened
with the heat of mindless passion
rapist's erection
cruelly elongating
into an obscene grin
before savagely thrust to stifle
broken useless denials.

It radiates defeat
and gleefully crushes hope
and plucks one by one
the faint gleam of stars
that struggled to shine in my eyes
until I pull the plug
on the empty red glow
of the answering machine.