do you like men or women?
i’m ambivalent myself.
i consists of buried memories,
fears & desires, like You.
grinning a granite smile,
germination, there obscure attention
splayed.
i can't even get arrested, only
escorted away. swallowing
my sake. time passes nothing more.
the significance diminished -
rendered with ironic splendor;
home is where the … as always.
again.
caked in blood. i wait in a
waiting-room. & yet
the garbage they watch doesn’t make
them
sick … i'm shivering by the roadside
-
now. A horse in a field, it's scarcely
alive.
i want to cry. i walk. he doesn't look
up.
my tether is severed, i lost the ending
long ago,
yes resentful. i am. in a figure -
eight i walk passing the same church
twice.
the nativity cut-out. another-
mile. a poem will emerge no doubt this
way,
i think, what where i want: bed, xanax,
her.
i will tell Her this; we will look back
& laugh.
covered in mud … horse shit literally
up to my
elbows. one must laugh? … but i
can't. not now, not yet.
She's here!!
ReplyDeleteShe's IS here and she loves this poem very much.
ReplyDelete... can't look back and laugh, still cry when I think about it....
Hey :)
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