No! (PC)

by slog

Posted to Poetry on 2004-03-21 15:30:00

I lived past the locusts and the skies turning red but nothing hurt me more then losing your love there has been days I didn’t even have enough but still this poison remains in my head. I have dug the key where there was no hole deep enough to spill claret drunk the wine within my soul and still left what Jesus begat. I have crossed the seas and I begged you please still the crime of perfect need is what I must leave to believe. I fly in the air and traveled as wind nothing to cede except to forget moving ever so quick playing the lute and bound for regret. I studied the codes and psalms looked around burnt my heart dying for the art can even a saint replenish the empty net?


No, I die alone.
No, I die alone.
No.
I die alone.

Except for part that’s bound and that part and that part and that part
(No, you fool! It isn’t my heart.)
It is a letter from a princess to Descartes.
Wine!
Song!
Sex!
But what is it the Buddha said?

Bodhi state, Nirvana isn’t a place.

The biggest part is when you left my heart.
Let it start with you breaking my heart.


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