I am perched upon a
ledge of absolute
indifference
& very little alcohol
money's tight and I haven't
put up much of a
fight
to melt these mindless
thoughts down
into words

when will it come?
how will it come?
will it even come at all?

I want to make it come
to ride atop the
embodiment of creativity
crashing & moaning
sighing & stopping


but my body only
rests with the
sky
& he's a far better
lover
than poetry could ever
dream to
be

his eyes spark a
life -- hell,
they ignite courage
that I never thought would
come

from me




so let it come