I was your fool motley of a business suit tie and mirror shined shoes drinking clear liquor from a flask just to get through a day without seeing you
I lived out of my closet all my things you’d touched touching me shirt cuff caresses smell of your perfume on a dirty collar wrestling around choked by boneless limbs trembling on the slitted light on a narrow strip of carpet
you couldn’t make me feel any worse my ears shuddered the bug of my brain clawing to escape even it was sick of the lies a whole universe I invented to justify our touching an explanation of our love doomed to kill us or die
what happens when you realize as a child you won’t grow up to be a cowboy a ballerina won’t ever have the steady hand of a surgeon compromises stacking up in your soul driving you to accountancy masochism of paperwork staring out at a sunny day you shrug into your coat against the chill of air conditioning or so you think
I am a worm escaped from the most delicous apple ate myself sick ate myself free addicted but no longer delirious over what we had ready to take on reality yet also ready to take another dose of you explore our sickness again
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
That one day you and me walking together accompanying Empty wet road, tree canopy Raining flowers, kissing wind Humming souls of vestal love reveals up, Fell in love with your magical talks and top notch character Even sun seems stygian