by bluesforhaiku

Posted to Poetry on 2003-03-22 19:03:00

Parent message is 409023
not love
not feeling
a need
a sensation
beauty itself –
felt it, swallowed
it – fuck it, i can
suffer
more than jude
the obscure if
i have to
tuck me under
six ft. of soil
where i can curse
the gift-mouths of
angels
and proclaim my
earthly love above
will i ever spend
15 minutes with
her over a cup
of coffee
well i doubt it
and i feel like
a drink but what
good did it ever
do to think or love
or be inspired –
once you’re caught
in the net, ya’
aint getting out
however you look
at it
4 years i’ve felt
this, 4 years since
i’ve ever really felt
4 more
ten more, time rolling
out slow and painful
i’d just like to
know if, in my last
hour, i will feel like
i’ve done something
that i done this
sensation justice
tho i know already
things can’t be that
way, that
is what draws me
on like the peasant
that’ll never leave
his province
but he knows good
wine and about
time, no amount of
grime can stop him
grating his teeth into
steel like machinery
of workaday runabout
sensational poverty
i’m sick, i’m bitter
i could cry
eyes just a little
warm around
the edges
steel-edged alive
and i’m thankful like
mixed emotion
mixed medium
madman with
an empty stomach
and a hard on

sorry but i’m having trouble making sense of these emotions
right now in order to put this into a poem… bah… tho i’ve done
better before, i guess i’m just forced to try day after day till the sky
opens or they bury me under… in the meantime, le’s dance…

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