Sometimes it really is
that simple no one wants to have intimate sex
All this psychological
babble internal analysis to understand existential
Who one is; what are we doing here inquiries
Squash the line and
admit
Nah, animal body wants
animal bodies
Tried and failed so
few and the tales
Pain, pressure, and
power relinquished
To wanting what does
not want
To let it go wanting
of that divine place
body and spirit both dying
Just god damn dying
hoping for the sanguine truth of acceptance
In that moment to have
love reverberate with honest release
Self-doubt
and criticism that no matter how beautiful
A heart, a body one
may imagine one has
Loneliness takes over
after so many years
Like a vehicle run out
of gasoline, the engine turbine rusted
The rubber caramelized
sticky in the cracked concrete
The imagery to explain
why this façade and these caverns appear as such
Whispered away in
uncounted midnights
Hoping in between as bodies reject invitations to get to know
The voice asking, the
face in the picture gallery
Makes a mask and a
body elects evisceration
Rather attempt the
irrelevance of the self
If a self is to be
unrelentingly alone when embodied
That in a mind where
possessions, status, the Meme are so irrelevant
One knows the value of
love so much more intimately by its absence
Hardened in the sips
of years and the mirage ocean of desert decades
Sandy lips attempting to love living
Stupid ass stories,
irrelevant, cancel, blare a know-nothing horn
Just be, to let it go,
see possibility staring like obligation to remember
Wanting balance equation and shed
Empty carnage rotten
and mangled wanting the faith to hope
And not have to prove,
to try, to participate so inequitably
Margin for error under a pile, trying to pretend the pile doesn’t matter
Pale-faced and limpid
in solitude wondering if this is all there is
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