Melancholy with a splash of Tito’s
I wanted to write that I’d felt
several times I would never
outlast that I’d never get
here – I’ve laid still
under naysayers and boasters
I played dead to avoid
being beaten to death
even when I lay buried deep in soft
earth I dug and clawed out just
in time to breathe I wanted
to say it would be ironic
to run into the few sharers
and we would laugh recalling
how lovely a share it was
in those hazy days
I wanted to say I thought of you
wondered if I killed you as well
it’s a slow death but oh how
desirable to feel it…..one more
time one more day
I’d give a lot of money
a piece of myself
although there is a part of me
that lingered in that place
if you lose your arm or a finger
you still feel that it is there
it yanks at me always
moves me and I
sometimes feel
that old part of me
saunter into the room
in search of you
Horror Sleaze Trash 