Wednesday, December 22, 2010

walking off the whiskey

I have no fear
you should know
I don't sleep
I don't weep
I don't feel anything
but pain and desperation
Watching you
is like watching
a house on fire
but I'm pretty sure
no one gets hurt
In this bitter night
under a tepid moon
I hunt for you
Back home they're wondering
why I didn't clean up
my blood, my hate
The faithful few
tried to suppress the flames
but I was too far gone
Fire is desire
and if I kill desire
you get closer
If you get closer
I'll never get what I want
What I want is peace
What do you want from me?
I know all kinds of things
about you
but not the right things
I'm too tired
and I'm too old
to keep coming back here
I'm not sixteen and carefree
I'm not anything
beyond the end of the street
Tell me something--
anything new
because all I hear
is claustrophobic nonsense
Give me something--
anything for my hands to grasp
because they need
to stay busy and clean
Dirty girls make for
dirty rhymes
I don't have the time
to waste anymore
with cheap hooks and paperback books
Something shut off in me
when you said you couldn't take any more
Something rearranged in me
when I saw your blood on the floor
No game is worth this pain
the night is cold
and it makes me want you
here with me
like the happy ending
that never comes.

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