poetomachia

Alone on Friday
Sitting, panting like a dog
Life sleeps

Phone Quiet
Email Dead
Advertisers stupid on line

Wondering what’s at the end of unwind
Have to pee
Only obligation
Love sleeps
Excitement weeps
Duty whines
in the corner

I am right that
You are wrong

I will not touch my toe to your pond
I dare you to swim in my terrible sea

Like two rocks that flutter down
We freeze together

Blank on blank
Like space between sand
Like nothing in my hand

Blank on blank
I walk to the fire
Black hole pull

I enter the perimeter
Voices now behind
Thinking nothing of my pursuits
I am not there

Desperate to discard
Everything that jams
Everything that builds
What must be destroyed
Everything

A voice encourages

“Sell everything,
Don’t haggle
Don’t wait. . .
GO TO THE DESERT”
I fall in.

Ev’ry night, wrap me in your arms
To be held close, oh to be
I only want you to hold me tight
And won’t you call me baby

Rather be a son, balm of my soul
You are my heartbeat, make me whole
I can’t breathe without you, surely drown
Not by my own strength, s’rrender s’rround

i was alone, i killed my clone
i learned to play the xylophone
but i was bored with modern chords
and so today, i sent away
i sent away
i sent away
i sent away

so be a doll, try not to call
and after all, i’m m.i.a.
i sent away

there came a day, i cursed the day
i cursed the day, i sent away
i sent away
i sent away
i sent away

asleep beneath this sheet of hate
sometimes I like to pretend that it’s too late
just because it is white
don’t make it right

I turn my ankle and see the sky you paint
and damn me if it isn’t enough to turn this sinner into a saint
and then I hear you say that condemning me you ain’t
so in your presence I will do more than faint
either way I will end upon my face
and you hung yourself between earth and space
for me and this sick and twisted race
whom is bent with the desire to debase