You taught me
every notion I had of true love
Was an illusion wavering
between pity, selfishness, and deceit
Like a triangle
with you center
I wanted the area
to be valid
I am encompassed
in void
My identity
truncated into mock-death
Funeral held
behind eyelids
Recalled on
various Monday’s like quarterly tax payments
Reconstruction on
mementos like scraped wallpaper
Ready to retexture
and repaint, the former covering is feckless waste
The images of what
once was found beautiful
Is crumpled for
land-fill, better folded into itself or out?
Stare into the maw
of the beast or act as if the stomach is home
The enzymes
distort the present in what one must digest
Exit the stage of
excrement and grow as life proceeds
The void is to
separate the corn kernel or the kiwi seed
As if survival is
non-change or evolution was froth with folly
Ha, fucking ha!
The churn feels
good when it is complete; muscles, cortex, abdomen, Yes!
Though this zombie
has such trouble with cartography
Vagabond stepping
in circles meditating on the power of Tuesdays
Battling the peril
of love and fear
Keeping distance
from each as the tongue knows their flavors of destruction
Sold through ends
of the spectrum
Licked like
white-ash canine-remnant from the triangle
Used as stepstool,
ornament, and whipping post
A man becomes
objectified in the mirror of a woman’s eyes
Ocean winds blow
away the plastic for flesh to return!
Paint the walls
and mop the floors!
Grow the garden
and hang the doors!
Frame the pictures
and put away the eulogies!
A man morns no
more!
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