I cried for you this morning,
sobbing on cobblestone & concrete—
a sad song of ephemeral memories &
tidings of departures:
it was bitter on my tongue,
as pernicious rivulets ran down my cheeks.
-
I stopped at the corner of
Anticipation & Daydreams;
[I stopped,
but I did not cross that threshold.]
& the light turned red,
so I crossed to Unrequited instead.
-
at the fork in the road,
a beggar pleaded with me to,
*please,
spare some change.*
& I told her,
*yes,
I finally carry some Change in my palms
with which to do good
& not destruction.*
clink
clink
clink.
-
a purple haze of lust & pretense
wafted by me suddenly.
& inhaling it,
I became weightless & weary,
but my wounds awoke me,
reminding me of the weight I must carry.
-
I cried for myself this evening:
a morose requiem for my formal self.
one that is rooted in scars
& cacoethes,
redemption
& grace.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
I cried for you this morning,
sobbing on cobblestone & concrete—
a sad song of ephemeral memories &
tidings of departures:
it was bitter on my tongue,
as pernicious rivulets ran down my cheeks.
-
I stopped at the corner of
Anticipation & Daydreams;
[I stopped,
but I did not cross that threshold.]
& the light turned red,
so I crossed to Unrequited instead.
-
at the fork in the road,
a beggar pleaded with me to,
*please,
spare some change.*
& I told her,
*yes,
I finally carry some Change in my palms
with which to do good
& not destruction.*
clink
clink
clink.
-
a purple haze of lust & pretense
wafted by me suddenly.
& inhaling it,
I became weightless & weary,
but my wounds awoke me,
reminding me of the weight I must carry.
-
I cried for myself this evening:
a morose requiem for my formal self.
one that is rooted in scars
& cacoethes,
redemption
& grace.
-epilogue.
[my goodbyes to you
are not so good.
my farewells to you
are all but fair,
but this is one encounter
we shall never encounter
never, never again.]
