Count Back From One

the silence of me

Seedy motels

Religious prostitution

Monotonous craigslist adds

Hash from a drug lord,

Keeps this game interesting

Casino looks like a brothel

In reality that is across the street

Catching feelings for the next muse

Broken words and broken hearts

Where did I leave the old me?

These questions make me mute.

I flee from anothers arms

To anothers bed

In the end

I am never as comfortable when I am alone wishing for the “one” that got away

Only problem…She doesn’t exist. She is my last love and I am on her list.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh Count how lovely ..this song just need some music,or we can do without
ohh life..motels i step so many..many religious sins
ohh your monotony just cut somewhere with this hash
how interesting a game you are..i was never that good a player
still i play..i run the streets ,running for muse after muse
still words broken and so the heart..its with the old me
you fled away..i counted much on you
i run from arms to arms,never felt the same
how comforting to be alone..you were the only one.but not me
how lovely everything i read..so beautiful
lovely write..

[Bubo]

So many vivid images, and as if ghosts pass, that life has become so intense, and we live in such a society, hearts broken, and no comfort, to love someone that becomes a ghost, a figure of a dream we conjured, and to find it is not real, but life is..........I very much thought this was a strong poem.