Farce.

If there’s nothing you want from me

Please

Don’t hear me out.

 

I’ll only continue to lather you

Slather you

Plaster you

In deadly cement filled with a story

Liquid malice

Arsenic

…rolls off the tongue with an elegance

An eloquence…

It’s a story

About this disaster of mine

This farce

That is

You.

 

Soul-digger wench only wanted you for you.

Forgive me, what a selfish thing I’ve done.

Hole-digger assuming the role of a

Gravedigger of my own final resting place.

Gold-digger chasing the end of the rainbow.

 

There’s nothing here.

A wide expanse of concrete plains

Graffiti covers the ground, promoting your name.

 

I don’t belong here.

If there’s nothing you want from me.

Author's Note

the German graffiti in the picture says "love wants to be risked".

Reviews

[fireblossom]

great piece of writing kiri. the austerity of this place is powerful. although i feel clean fresh earth and water lay just beneath the surface for the man willing to listen and learn.

wonderful.

[Edward Clay]

this was an all out polemic! the seond stanza was bitter - acid in wounds. this reminds me of a poem by a little known welsh poet called Patrick Jones in terms of its presentation and mood, not content.