The dit dah of life

The dit dah, dit dah 

of his life,

Morse​ code,

 Flashing lamp,

 Programming 

breaking 

                 lines

The patterns of disordered

 Strife.

Hand held out,

Grasping,

Momentary gratification,

Plucked fruit

spoilt

            by handling

He acts without doubt.
The boom, boom of life,

Ego bursting, high octane

            chase,

He teeters,

   Understanding

        self

            gratification,

Halflife.
Does he see her worth,

Or as a notch

                in the belt ,

Should he climb 

the ladder,

To reach a

                higher shelf,

Reimburse.
Is it her, this bright spark,

Is she the one

                 to tame,

Or will  she be the one

                    to cast her spell?

Hunter

    hunted

Left in the dark.

The dit dah, dit dah 

of  his  life,

Morse​ code,

 Flashing lamp,

 programming 

breaking 

                 lines,

The patterns of disordered

Strife.
Will illumination strike,

Or will he,

Stumble

      sexily 

          sated

Oblivious to love

In the shallow pool

Of apeptite.