I can't wait to say goodbye to everybody.
I can't wait to have nobody
On my back, cancer
In my life. Aloneness is the light of my dreams
I cut through like jungle vines
With Anaklusmos.
These buzzards eclipse the sun in their circling
Black wings outreaching
Every flying arrow.
I try to be good: I speak, I talk, I chat,
I try. But, with people, as
Opposed to poetry,
These words never really speak to me.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
I can't wait to say goodbye to everybody.
I can't wait to have nobody
On my back, cancer
In my life. Aloneness is the light of my dreams
I cut through like jungle vines
With Anaklusmos.
These buzzards eclipse the sun in their circling
Black wings outreaching
Every flying arrow.
I try to be good: I speak, I talk, I chat,
I try. But, with people, as
Opposed to poetry,
These words never really speak to me.
just about the desire for aloneness
