The Soiled Circle

Retitling 3/22/201

For you 

I’d paint the sky

in that moment, 

but your eyes

fall upon me

empty

forlorn

fleeting.

 

Thunder,

it comes.

Rain,

millions of drops

splattering heavily,

beating me

into the 

smallest ball.

Spineless,

I slither away

Oh, I am stuck,

like soiled gum

on the sole

of your shoe.

 

I am stuck,

like a maggot on

a sunny sidewalk

waiting to be

exhumed.

You denied the

clandestine love

we made again

and again.

Cold Ashes 

and lies,

hides.

Black curtains

and rendezvous.

Oh, I am stuck,

like a worm

in an apple

who devoured

everything

but the seed

 

I am stuck

like a tiger

chasing

bait

to the

poachers

with greed.

 

I deny the

unpolished truth

we relive 

again and again.

Piss colored

puddles

laced cigarettes

red scented lamps,

and daisy chains.

Oh, I am stuck

like phlegm

lodged in

your blacken

lungs.

 

I am stuck

like the 

bloody splinter

wedged

under your 

weathered satined

nails,

 

And I am sick,

for I long,

for I linger,

for I love,

lust,

then leave.

-See you again

tomorrow.

August 31, 2010