Loneliness
Made himself comfortable in my heart
He took up a chair
Set it backwards
And swung a leg over
With an inaudible sigh
Sat on down
Settled in,
Right beside
The torn edges
And split seams
Started
Picking
Tearing
Scratching off
Strips
Of my damage
Of my out of control.
He smokes and smolders
Like a haystack
Silently igniting
Turns pebbles into boulders
That sink me
Deeper
Tighter
Slighter
Into myself
Until my chest
Explodes
And strips of loss
Scatter at my bare feet
Him,
The lonely man
With the loud voice
And vacant
Laugh.
He can fill a room
With his technicolour coats and masks
And fade the brightest star
With his undying pallor
That is sewn just beneath his skin.
He is the crafty artful dodger
Of bullets to the heart
Ducks and weaves
And falls away
Down the dark
Alley ways
Of this damaged
urbanized
Over developed
Being.
Lonley man.
Pulled up a chair
And made himself at home
In my heart.