Monday at work
I go to break
Behind the building
Away from everybody
Smoking a cigarette
Sitting on old railroad ties
The ugly green building
Is close enough
I could throw rocks at it
And never miss
The concrete silo
Stands silent gray
The weekend snow
All around me
Feel I am in the Arctic Circle
Thousands of miles away
So alone
Like the silo
Concrete gray
She goes on in my mind
Like the train tracks behind me
And so the light falls
Like a cracker cracked in half. Even
Beneath the pen, the breathing hogs
Each moon of madness made. I
Have broken down the walls; acquiesced
Into the lottery of shambled figures.
Even I can’t taste the night.
Leaves rustle in my head.
Across my bed, nudity glitters.
Upon my shoulder, I say my thoughts
Uncensored by any dream and
Cross into oblivion. Why
Should emptiness ache like this?!
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We sat in silence
Drinking whiskey
No words left
Just grief and bourbon
Toasting nevermore
Broken
Seeping through clean pages
Again, you see me naked.
Cruel and attentive, mine
Again, you leave me naked
And blind to solace.
As always, you tend to this,
Broken heart of mine,
And make it yours, unclean
Again, you leave me empty
And deaf to true tones.
Words, mean everything and
Nothing, all at once,
Where I stand alone, unkind
You submerge me, weightless,
Drowning in you.