The Translucent Wander Pain

Edge of Humanity Magazine

1 year ago

Looking through her red box
On a stormy, sunny day
A cold room full of hot heart
It was a different time
In a faraway place
Found out all about
the only unforgivable thing she did again
Had to fly away from the bad news
Park my ride and drink away the hard bruise
And the record just kept on spinning in my head
The same song playing into the dead
Of night
As the airplanes roared overhead
And the traffic snaked all around
And the lights popping off like a multitude of aneurysms
Some mad security guard come tapping on my glass
I had no cold fire to offer the air
Up there
She’ll never know the stories of my diversions
A belly full of rot
As I stumbled through the throngs of mad Christmas cheer
Alone, depraved,
Stark raving mad
A sea rope noose at the ready in my attaché
Mumbling in the cold
Whilst the rich and the loved
Relish in the vibe of their misguided, pompous, materialistic
ways
I froze to death
A thousand times
In a world not of my own dream
But isn’t that just me anyway?
Like a tarnished and unpolished lamp
They preach the Word
As they stir my scars
Love to lay the blame
As they lay down in drug-induced sin
To live this long
And to hold so little
Sans the breadth of memories
Too broken to carry along
To my little downtown room
The lone light above this broken desk
A hot plate and some food
A fire escape and the moon
A place to sit tonight