scatter

i don't write,
because i don't think.
i stuffed my ears
with the cotton wool fluff
that we use to take our make-up off.
like the fifties glamour queens
we pretended to be
with the lotion spread out
over the scars on our cheeks.
i put out my eyes
with my wide, white sunglasses
to muffle the sounds
and the sights
of this life.
truthfully,
i like the drunken arrogance
that could bless me with anybody
(even you,
and you are so lovely
more than i hoped
to hold close
to my less than saintly body)
i've replaced my poetry
with the beat that coaxes us closer
and feed my soul
with every kind of mixture.
i forgot the sea,
and the way that you
make such a pretty picture.
i didn't want to be
at sunset-
stripped off my tights
and watched the sand scatter
over my floorboards
like fragments of light
i am alone again
for tonight.

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[Ed Hart]

you are not alone...you will never be alone...those of us who know you are always with you, my dear