Saturday, November 11, 2006

Just like me.

The cold
of dirty glass
against my head
i gaze out on
my pretty ones
my lonely sons
and daughters
in their lukewarm cages
looking back
with sullen eyes
and silent cries
of quiet desperation.

i see them walking
ones and twos
huddled warm
against the blues
inside themselves
they're huddled warm
but never warm enough.

slowly doth my breath condense
slowly paid, our penitence
you're obscured
by mine own sighs
forming forms
i recognize
bodies of tears
with holes
where hearts should be.

Oh, my darlings
Oh, my loves
My sorrow school
My dolor doves
Fly on home
If you have home to fly.

Wearied tired, you hang your head
a heavy glance observes your bed
a quiet sigh
as no one says, "Goodnight."
would that i could wrap my arms
would that i could stop the harms
would that i could kiss your cares away.

But my eyes in shame cast down
only there you see my frown
only there i say that i love you.

i wish to steal that no one's script
i wish, but as i move, i trip
i trip and silent
silent
i remain.

instead i say a joke or two
i crack a smile
i glance at you
i wonder if you know
the laughter's feigned.
when an embrace would save your soul
give you hope and pay your toll
lift you up
at least for one more day.
when that is all i'd have to do
i don't.
and you,
you waste away.

My sweet children
My fragile flock
Let me lay thee down
And rock
And rock your cradle
Soothe your cries
Share your sighs
Tonight.

that is to say, i love you
or rather, to clarify
to expedite the discussion
and make you understand
the veracity of the matter
i want to love you
want to love myself
want to love
but, for matters beyond my immediate
control
i regret to elucidate
the unfortunate fact
that i am not of my right
]mind[
and though it would
should could ought soon now
:kIlLmE:
{i am afraid}
that i do not have a sufficient capacity
for the affect, that is to say
the comings and goings
of being so thoroughly
so absolutely
irrevocably
oh so shockably
essentially
entirely

Alone.

Honey, if I had some wings
Some of them big, fancy things
I'd help you fly so high you'd sing
Above the clouds.
If I could soar, I'd come to you
Comfort you
See you through
I'd protect you 'til you'd
Protect yourself.

but as i stands
i cannot fly
cannot lift off
can't touch the sky
and so
i just can't
help you
help yourself.

The cold
that wraps
that warms like death
around my head
as i look to you
i wonder if you feel
the same
talk and walk and think
the same
cry and sigh and sink
the same
i wonder if you're
lonely, too
wonder if you're
lonely

Just like me.

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