True Love Poem
I think this is the only true"Love Poem" I've ever written (I've written love poems before but I think they were lies)
Writing at 9:57 I’m in a room that will be empty eventually. I fill it with stuff. I fill it with empty cd cases. I fill it with half drunk cups of tea. With empty wine bottles. With piles of incense and pictures from people I no longer know. I’ll fill it With a man. A beautiful man. A man too beautiful for this particular room. The lack of space. The things I hoard. Dragging and dragging. Until I get permission to let these spirits go. I am reminded again of the inevitable. How I won’t want to stay here. How cups of tea grow mold. How you’re bound to trip over wine bottles if you leave 'em out too long. We all stink of an in between fixture. I don’t want to blink. The man is beautiful. I’ll fold down the feeling of eventually Of existing without anything in this room. About straying from a course i knew so well Something is brewing Something is brewing Something is adrift in here and it is the reflection of me The picture is unclear The colors are melding Not much more can fit in here I don’t think my arms are wide enough My vertebrae rigid enough To collapse around anymore hitchhikers Begging someone to carry them My load is too heavy The space is too small And besides I must make room for this beautiful man I can’t pick up anymore waste I don’t want it around him you know I want the purest form of excellence And i’ll bring him with me i think If nothing else I’ll try to bring him with me.