(no
longer will my green sea turn a deeper blue
-the
rolling stones)
remember
the day when we would say
come
take my hand and wash away
the
colors of my yesterdays
but
then i learned
touch
is impossible
the
atoms which make molecular
skin
cells all contain
nuclei
which will never
make
contact with each other
the
outer barrier of atoms
press
against one another
creating
the sensation of touch
your
brain misinterprets the data
from
your senses because
you
don’t know enough information
to
correctly discern
i
want to unlearn
return
to a state
where
love and hate
are
not just desires
to
inspire a procreate
to
send our genes
down
the scene
of
an evolutionary timescale
when
my poetry entailed
a
purer need to impale
your
quivering flesh
where
she was my breath
my
life and my death
and
in the afterglow of sex
i
could curl and press
a
caress
believing
my touch was real
now
i am just a mammal
who
has memorized
a
plant’s ability to achieve
photosynthesis
making
it far superior to me
the
plant can survive without humanity
but
humanity can’t survive without a plant
and
yet
a
ladybug has landed on my cigarette
and
i can’t light it
because
i don’t wish to harm such beauty
and
wait for it to choose
a
different venue
on
which to lift its body
and
rub its hind legs
for
humans have created a list on craig
on
which such evil has comprised
that
even i can’t surmise
that
evil spelled backwards is live
anger
takes and love gives
and
maybe c.s. lewis
whose
writing i’ve always despised
wasn’t
wrong after all
but
words no longer enthrall
and
i can’t recall the poet
who
once thought
wolfsheim’s,
“the
sparrow and the nightingales”
was
the most romantic song of all
the
song jenny and i put on replay
the
first time we made love
and
fell asleep too
until
all we could do
was
marry and create a child
more
beautiful
than
any photosynthesis
i
use to think
the
dark streets of decay
were
beautiful
now
i’m just a conglomeration
of
cold sweats and nightmares
knowing
if the true purpose
of
an artist
is
to define beauty
i
conclude the concussion
of
why i believe
i
serve no purpose at all
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