Saturday, June 13, 2009

Master/Slave

she keeps a tenebrous guise
deep down inside
resides a heart, a size twice as big as her fist
and when stated, she denounces this
quite the pessimist
beautiful yet vociferous
I love her
even though she doesn't know me
opined clearly
love is not a job, a task, a position
i can see why its not in her job description
the catch twenty two is that love is hard work
given the travails of journeys, past
this love lacks the perseverance to last
i am calloused
mediastinal abyss
schlimazel to my finger and toe tips
yet tactile
i didn't know
until you left
i loved your smile
schmaltzy taste
and servile
I'll do anything for you
be your shoulder to cry on
can you lean on a peon
can i be your crutch like that dutch
or cocaine line
hypodermic needles and heroine
cognac and bottles of wine
or am i just an indentured placebo
johnson and johnson's blow
no slave to this addiction
a feeble attempt to obfuscate your affliction
you love me
you miss me
you care for me
you need me




... love petition: [insert name here] collection of fictions