It felt like a trick
But there was no evidence Just a feeling I guess I always expect the worst Or maybe I’m blind
The night washing over our heaving, fleshy carcasses. Like two crayfish in a current.
So you are telling me. We ****** in a whirlpool of sound. In a dilapidated guest room. There. Moaning into you with my eyes, I ravenously endowed our fevers. And you make it into pretty words. Prettier than I could ever polish my sprawling lobster legs into sounding. Who talks like that.
A poet’s muse does it seems.
you would light the candle on your desk
just as your mother told you and you would pray just as she told you. i wish i could have been with you.
Pain I can take,
It's just nerves firing when all is said and done, A few tiny tiny electrical impulses Advising of damage or of hurt, If it's not my head then I can grasp it and isolate it and mitigate it And bring the problem under control, Mostly and more often than not, Even a heart attack did not Preclude a presentation duly prepared, Albeit quieter and more hesitantly delivered Than my usual confidence, But the turning of friend To unreasoning and un-listening foe, This thing cannot be grasped nor quenched, Even by a horse sized aspirin, It leaves ones heart Pierced with a jagged blade That rips and tears a hole beyond Imagining or control, Faith and care and love Hemorrhage uncontrolled Like the tears that course down my face, Or will if I permit, The pain I cannot contain But stoicism is my friend This day and stoicism Will stem the flow Eventually
I still feel your presence
although barley an essence and one day I'll forget will be the day I regret and you will simply be GONE
You have to see That I don't believe You love me
So you accidentally cheated,
***** a young girl to death, Preying on other's wives Stole your employer's cash Committed several atrocities, You were all smiles till you got caught, Someone got to your head, It's witchcraft So you play the victim The demons were at play Beg for forgiveness While you blame it on the devil.
I wish that I could meet the me inside your head
I don't think I'd like the things that she says I wish I could erase the stencil of me you traced Free your mind to see a different shape I would deconstruct the shadow that has taken my place And help you see the real me that has somehow been replaced Paint a new and clearer picture, however long it takes I want to stay until you see her, however high the stakes