Oh, Summer

another monologue that he won't hear - just as well

I shan't deny you, God gold -- like the sadness

Needs feeding with voluntary submission,

I won't deny it. Powerless, shodden into 

My own bathed-in remains,

To be swept off my feet into the temporary, I let it. 

I lay still and meek underneath the 

Cattle escapade, let it pummel me,

Fall asleep, ripped awake, knocked blind,

To see my last sight bitten from me, the

Greed mouth, the mouth I gave.

When it lets up, if it does,

I will limp home, half-alive, 

Three quarters of something asleep, unrested --

I wait it out until Winter. Until something

I can address by it's name. You see, I understand.

The crescendo fazes out eventually, as will I,

As will this. I wait to want you, and I won't.

Will I then be free? The sodden remains of claws 

At my scalp reducing it to peals of flesh and blood cuffs,

You didn't even take him from me, he took himself. 

I will stop punishing the witness

And admit to myself that I am the convict,

Escaped arrest, the truth will set you free?

Like a whistle, I leap into the open space

Where the dead things deigned to stamp out mine,

Something more. Something less. Something not worth the impediment.