TORN
On a road to a destruction
of all things eager to find
the one thing, I have been
on the long-time passenger’d
life of footfall and slumber.
No lover has been here
to see the ending of
my life here on earth,
nor does it seem
they will know it.
My personal viewing of
church-like proceedings
from within do not
allow me to try to end
it all now.
But my torn psyche
carries raised weals
from the cat
you use with
gay abandon.
You read this and laugh,
eat the paper
Nil by mouth means
deep silence
like a quiet orgasm
Ha!
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 