Tuesday, September 13, 2016

the sun never shines on sunset boulevard


i use to thrive on this alive

no emails for a week

no text messages today

no one around

leave me alone

let me write

 

but now it would be so nice

to have someone here

 

although lips to kiss

flesh to caress

would suffice

what i’d really like

is conversation

 

but then i’ve never really

had that before

 

i always have to explain myself

 

and find no one has an inkling

of my insistence

that the only invisible

are atoms, molecules

and all that this implies

 

making me feel as isolated

as a single proton

doing the do-si-do

around a nucleus

 

so i just settle

for the commonality

of conjoined flesh

 

but right now

that is not what i want

 

i want conversation

 

the rest i can satisfy

with masturbation

a baloney sandwich

a beer

and any r.e.m. album

 

they don’t have to agree

with me

but this hostility

because i like to jack hammer

the foundations of the constructs

of all thought processes

leaving us without anything secure

on which to stand

is not the fuzzy blanket

they want wrapped around their mind

 

and so i don’t know

if i’ve ever really had

a conversation with anyone

 

ever

 

i’m not trying to be clever

or sever

but a soul mate for my mind

i’ve yet to find

 

and i have to do massive

substance abuse

to slow down the speed

of my neurons

to be able to frolic

at another person’s pace

in their field of flowers

 

no solution

 

just sit here alone

no one to phone

who isn’t going to tell me

that what i need to be

is more like them

 

when what they really mean

is they are uncomfortable

talking to me

when all i really wanted

was to talk about the

pulchritude of poetry

 

so not only do i sit here alone

i perceive utter aloneness

and all i can do is fall back

on what i know

switch from beer to whisky

light another cigarette

 

try to forget

when she sat next to me

midnight, staring at the sea

asking me what i was doing

 

i said i’d rather be here

staring at all this beauty

and when she commented

it was too dark to see anything

i replied,

“that’s what makes it so beautiful”

 

she stood up

brushed off the sand

walked away

 

the play is called

the dark streets of decay

the scenery never changes

and i’m always on stage

 

everyone else performs

for one night only

 

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