I play video games
from born to die she calls
a paradise for two expressed
yet alone I stand
yet alone I sit
among my own debris
awaiting a sanctimonious call
from a god almighty
from a god all-knowing
wanting merely to know
why
my score is so low
the reasons for my struggles
and the art of Jaysome
There are only seven days remaining,
two thousand words unwritten still,
an empty page does greet my eyes,
this morning as did yesterday’s
.
To what end will my skills suffice,
to pass the hurdle of endless drafts,
to please my tutor; though marking not,
this my best of works; my crowning glory
A vivid pictorial of sorts
My headstone covered in moss
I long to rest between shadows of four
Among trees; in the woodland cemetery
Watching my brethren
Hearing their voices
My voice
My silent voice
Reverberating
…
Watching my brethren
Hearing their torment
My torment
My silent torment
Reverberating
…
Watching my brethren
Hearing their selves
My self
My silent self
Illuminated
I grabbed my pen
And started scribbling,
Doodling a scythe and
a Grim Reaper,
I turned to words
Expressing anger,
I twisted; I turned
And then fuck it,
I ripped the paper
Into a million pieces,
I took my lighter
And lit the ghost,
I fed my desire
Into the fire,
I chanted the words
So long forgotten,
Of revenge and
Butchering Barbie’s babies,
The bell tolled thrice
A death-knell sighing,
Sigh…
Sigh…
Sigh…
Forgetting this I can not do,
Forgiving this I will not do,
Yesterday’s Lie becomes
Today my sorrow,
Forlorn my life – foregone
Tomorrow
She knows only the Moon
And among the grasses she sits
Staring through unopened eyes
At her beauty
