
death knocked at my door

a bipolar life
I am prolifically producing
sentences and couplets
and rhymes of nonsense
to appease no one but me
I toil over every single bit
that I type, erasing and
rewriting over and over
and over again
must I expend so much
energy if the audience is
only yours truly?
my worst pundit is me
I will give everything to
ensure every punctuation
and rhythm is put right
in the end it will be such
a monstrosity that it will
never be read, not a single
soul will gaze on it’s
freakish perfection
please ignore all you
have read, all these
self-aggrandizing
mutterings mean nothing
to anyone but me
whispers purr from the mouth of our love
subsonic soliloquies tracing the lines of your face
take me home with you before i fall
into your eyes and drown in their infinities
up and down this gray hall, shuffle lives
that remind me of things that are a lot
like you and me before we were together
alone and wanting something more
a life without vacancy for either of us
always able to fill that crying void
i wait for you at med time
force fed greens and blues to make me happy
just like your love it gets pushed down my throat
but tastes so sweet after the retching passes
we are the monarchs of nothing
ruling gray worlds with dim suns
we pass down decrees of happiness
we run naked into the freezing ocean to remind
ourselves that we are alive
i am still here and you have walked away
we are as together as two people can be
who are this far apart
i see you when you visit
i make sure i am allowed to do this one thing
i change my tune, looking at you, i shout
i love you! i love you!! i love you!!!!!
there is just a sorrowful stare
and a tear
then your back when i slip into the darkness again
glb /// “darkness again”