Sunday, July 02, 2017

self-portrait with nude, on fire

and then late afternoon shadows and
the stuttering scratch of
leaves down forgotten streets

the shadows of lovers, of
unwanted children and forsaken saints

god and then no
god and then
all of the days i waste waiting to
                                    see you again

an empty room filled with ordinary ghosts and
no one says we have to be here but
no one gives us permission to leave

this is called the art of standing still

this is pollock in the
seconds before his death

not acceptance but panic and
not understanding, not

                            not ever

and i keep telling you this but
you still aren’t there

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