a poem to keep me from calling you. again.

The unsettling unseen itch in my bones

I don’t know what to do with. Stifle the spirit or

Get on with it.

Eight never ending, tantalizing, revolving revolting thoughts to weigh me down

Heavier and heavy, her

Eyelids droop. Can I just step out, for a moment? Can I step out of this life for a moment?

I need to not be, for just five whole minutes . give me that

 

The birth of the addiction. The desire to make real life as dreamlike as possible

Brown haze of the endless day

The box snaps shut on my hand. What I held up to the light was but a distraction

From the light which would consume my sight, completely

The big thing moves to center stage, center ring, center of my life

It waits.

 

I look without really seeing, out the window; scalding my retinas

Flick.

My life is like this cigarette

And when it gets to the end, I will not put it out. I will watch it suffocate itself,

Come screeching to a halt

I forgot where I was going with this.

 

I feel like I haven’t said anything in months

Even when I find words, they are cheap, short

People don’t care. All the more time for them to talk about themselves.

Where did I go?

The headache persists, insists itself

It will not be put out.

 

Thank God for this. I could give a f**k less, now

What anybody thinks. You can all kiss my f*****g a*s.

Reviews

[Zatoichi]

Kudos brilliant clown. You know a poem is good when it engages all the senses. In this case, I can taste the cynicism- much like a warm Guinness, imo.

[Isolophobe]

lol nice ending. if ever malaise was well worded, it was here.