the hole in the world

by jota

Posted to Poetry on 2002-08-10 12:15:00

i cannot fill
shovels spent
dry crusted
words of love
scooped up
dropped again
yeah, rain
cool, huh?
makes sense
doesn’t it?
electric tears
from on high
if god is
black as ink
like the night
falling drinking
we fell apart
trying to fill
that hole
in your heart
man, we tried
we fucking tried
and the night
stayed long
hot and black as ink
as the hole
in your heart

the hole
i could not fill

when morning comes
grappling me in my bed
calling calling
saying
hey! wake up!

i get up
and go to work
shoveling crust
to fill
that hole of yours