Always a shock
when I wake up and
anger is sitting on my chest
His eyes and her voice
Smooth and heavy
Smells like emptiness and
tastes like sulfur
No matter that I've
Gained all I lost
Lost all I gained
Anger just sits there
It doesn't regret
I either stare it down
shout it away
stomp it out
or convince it
it makes no sense
Anyway
it just can't stay
Joy can't stay either
when I wake up and
joy is swirling in my body
I know it will leave and
I know nothing
Smells like wishes and
tastes like melted butter
Don't love too much
need too much
believe or trust too much
Give the dazzle camouflage
I am an altered beast
A place for poetry and other bits. Here, I navigate the midlife landscape as best I can. I am an altered beast and those responsible know what they have done. I have joy, but it is tempered now. I have sorrow, but it too is tempered.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Preservation
He is moving on
leaving this place
Not like a sad country song
Or some drunken low class tale
of suitcases in the night
and slammed doors
He is going
Setting sail away
Like a healing wound
Or the slow growing of sapling
to shady tree and
home for hammock
I will let him
Because on my scales
All of this love I hold
and all of the love he holds
can't outweigh the present pain
and problematic pathos
I will let him
leaving this place
Not like a sad country song
Or some drunken low class tale
of suitcases in the night
and slammed doors
He is going
Setting sail away
Like a healing wound
Or the slow growing of sapling
to shady tree and
home for hammock
I will let him
Because on my scales
All of this love I hold
and all of the love he holds
can't outweigh the present pain
and problematic pathos
I will let him
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