I am overweight with sentimentality
Anxiety, depression, frustration, melancholia stuff me fully. And loneliness—
that’s some extra packed in
In faded lights, a go-go boy sweats and earns
nobody recognizes anybody, all faces are vaguely figured
I am a regular, experienced and all too familiar
with rules of the game.
Jesus and Confucius offer different options, but I know I am different--
I want an alternative.
Outside of the box solution.
To burn the fat of morbidity and
gain strength of merry-go-lucky.
The go-go boy asks me to draw something on his body
I outline a star on his right nipple, the crooked little shape around that dim pink Vesuvius
It’s my love for you, Stranger
Even though you know I’ve cheated myself, you know I would
I can sweat and earn—to love and be loved
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