Saturday, October 31, 2015
[POEM] do me
coerce me, to love life
in spite of shit-hail -
never can be shovelled
clean for a walkway.
inspire me, to love words,
again - I have lost it.
no life-blood to devour
the art of words.
fuck me, to make me high
that I may misplace all -
pain, feelings like death.
even if for a moment.
cut me, open my veins
that I may bleed and see -
I am Human, fallible
To ail is Human, indeed.
comfort me, I am alone
confidantes - infrequent
or unsuitable, or need
nothing that I can barter.
Labels: words