WHAT I WANTED TO SAY
What I wanted to say - mostly - was
pain and hurt and solitude. Those top
three listers are my personal triumvirate.
I wash my hands with a rough soap,
but nothing cleans the mess : water in
the drain, as if speaking to itself, goes
round in riddle-like motion, finally ending
up gone. How like adulation all that can be.
-
God, how everything hurts. The migraine waves
of an ocean-space within, pounding and retreating
and pounding again.
What I wanted to say - mostly - was
pain and hurt and solitude. Those top
three listers are my personal triumvirate.
I wash my hands with a rough soap,
but nothing cleans the mess : water in
the drain, as if speaking to itself, goes
round in riddle-like motion, finally ending
up gone. How like adulation all that can be.
-
God, how everything hurts. The migraine waves
of an ocean-space within, pounding and retreating
and pounding again.
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