loneliness

 

 

 

Since you inquired (forget everything you've heard), I

will let you into the world I try to remember. The aquarium,

the  unmistakable sweet white wood.

 

Loneliness tells of such hidden knowledge

and even then the deity of it reveals the condition

as authority, as a wise expression of answer.

 

Besides, loneliness is a pocket brilliance, opens freely

to affirm. It spins and gives. Returns

after an absence.

 

I have no thing against company. A gathering,

arranging this preparation of place. I was in

love before the law set forth

 

and stuck me down in battle; was in love twice

and it was simple. I knew the orbits well. And yet

thrice it was an emergency.

 

I won't bore you with the details, only to say that

sucking is first before biting and who can ever forget

the smell? Heavy and ancient as peignoir poison.

 

Now gray replaces the Pegasus you scurry, and as

I was told, I make a far better ancestor than lover.

And to have to, want to

 

fit all of this in my little hat. Alone becomes

companion, a thing you hastily remember. Leaving

each speck of extrodinary lint

 

to be mistook, as

someone.

Reviews

[Corset]

You slay me Dana, I sit here and I want so badly to say something ..something, anything..
I squeeze both fists tight and try to express how reading your works make me feel...how does one describe looking at a wall full of ancient artistry, the way the jaw drops slightly and you forget to swallow, and you just blink and blink trying to wrap your mind around the structure and brush strokes...but words to describe the elation just will not come.

[Cool Handless Luke]

Besides, loneliness is a pocket brilliance, opens freely
to affirm. It spins and gives. Returns
after an absence.

That jumped out at me. Marie Anzalone suggested I read your work. She hasn't steered me wrong. Very nice work. Will go back for some more now.

[Marie Anzalone]

Memories are connected more strongly to smell than any other of the senses, did you know that? For me, it is the earth itself, both my solitude and my loneliness, combined. There is a place I go that never existed on this map- I call her, simply, "home." She is walled in living stone and there is an English cottage garden and roses flowering right up to and around the doorsills and no-one b*****s about the tendrils hurting the home value. We are not there. I spend exhaustive nights walking a lonely ridge, searching for her- looking into the eyes of every single or maybe even not so attached man I meet for one who could live there with me in that little home, on a lakeshore with wind soughing through the rushes too. Big expanse of open, little corner to devote to, a respite that is loved for being exactly what it is. For I have been in love far more than twice. And these things take caring, take a willingness to be cared about. Loneliness and solitude differ by just tiny matters of degree- but those little compass points can encompass the whole of a man's sanity.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I could review each stanza of this, and I'm tempted to..time will tell, though..I've just puked a tiny lint sized chunk of my brain into the toilet that's being renovated.

some days I'm ashamed of how I delude myself into thinking that I've mastered or conquered these concepts...ashamed of the distractions...but I'm channeling and that's how I survive and rationalize it..

I love the ending and how the stanzas bleed into one another like extraordinary pieces of lint forming a conglomeration as they settle and nestle in the pocket, or on the table, because of static charges we're too depressed to perceive.

I'm just happy the diarrhea and vomit are gone..I think it's naps that are the loneliest for me...which kind of explains the epic thoughts when i allow myself to lay there upon waking and before rising

[Tree]

The Alone, is not easlily described. But somehow you put us there, and it hurts. I myself am somewhat a loner, I find that easier, then to have to explain my weaknesses to people, or worse, for them to have to be on the other end of it.

An excellent piece, dana.