the left

share this burn, this cut,

this scrape, the scraps of

fight that’d been experienced

only yesterday, get it out,

scream it in this direction,

for to be left alone isn’t

really possible if you

demand it.

 

share these tales, your tales

of woe, the things you think that

no one will ever understand,

because you’re savagely mistaken,

as you’re only a mix-up like the

rest of us & you’ll be dead soon anyway,

so with a life so f*****g short &

useless to anyone but yourself,

why not unleash your burden?
why not flush it away?

why not stop pretending that no one

has ever been there before &

that this suffering is somehow unique?

 

share these songs, these words of

estrangement, these worries, these

hopes, these places you go when you

want to run away---put them down somewhere,

leave them for those who want to find

them, keep them marked upon the plain

that is our whole reality, together, despite

what those who want to think otherwise,

without judgement, without obligatory

following of whatever herd they want you

to,

because to be left alone isn’t really

possible,

if you demand it &

you have to

keep on demanding it.

 

share these tales, these songs, these burns,

these cuts, the scrapes, the scraps of all the

fights you’ve had & all the fights to come,

the worries, the hopes, the places that you

want to go when you run run run as far away

as you think you can,

but

be ready to listen,

always be ready to listen,

for it’s a give & take existence &

someone is always on the brink of tears,

someone is always screaming inside,

someone is always breaking up,

someone is always taking it out on themselves,

someone is always

always hurting &

they just don’t have to,

if you are there.