Naked Impotence 8/20/2015
Just like sitting in the park
With a hole in your head
Tied up like a loose end
Useless and expendable.
But isn’t that all of us
The people inside the skin
Place holders and tools
Sitting in a row.
Pulled out when necessary
And used until its time
Recycled into worm food
Or stripped for money.
I live
But I am broken
Dead in the head
And cut off at the knees.
Withdrawn inside myself
Shriveled and impotent
Wasted along the way
By foolishness and pride.
I thought I was immortal
And I lived for what I wanted
Pushing my luck
On borrowed grace.
Stretching out my neck
At the worst possible time
Cut off and cut away
Headless, and limp.
I look at myself
And I look at my head
Still shocked I am alive
Without knowing how
Or knowing why.
How long can I crawl?
And how long can I breathe?
Crawling along a razor
Covered in salt.
A weight to my companions
And toothless to my wife
Nothing but a mouth
Dripping with blood.
De clawed, devalued
Neutered, and limp
A donkey with a pack
Useful but Slow,
Boring and tired.
Doubled over
And doubled down
Gut shot
From both sides
Hemorrhaging and mute.
Unwilling and unable
Used up and wasted
Crumpled in a puddle
Face down.
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