A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
now here you come -- my bright-blue, bulging veins exposed, plied by your yellow-tipped needle deep beneath tender, scarred skin. now here you are to hold, coaxing me, cry, cry it out, embracing the way I wanted to be held. I look in your eyes, but this is not the vision I thought I'd see when I dreamed a perfect love. you tell me inhale, ingest, decompress and it will be alright to share every inch of me, angularly strap to hips, your core and implore ever more, fill me with the love you bring. because I'm empty and have nothing else vital to sustain a tender poet soul begging for love like mercy. now that you have left, I'm in a heap on the floor, wondering ever more how many depend, rely on you for this hollow kind of love. what price each has paid, because you are godless and by association, I guess, I have lost my way, too? In your fields, in your dark, making my way out of woods into woods, dreaming I'll see the sun in my eyes, for this dream of longing for one love to end. 6.27.21 36 lines, free verse I have felt what you have experienced, dear Bethany, as you still won't near me, realizing I'm the result of all that you continue to seek. Written to Godless by The Dandy Warhols, though I was already there and just needed the song for further inspiration. And think ironically, when you hear this song, like ending credits to what you've just watched: |