Wednesday, October 27, 2010

poem of the day 10.27.10

love poem?

this job
this existence
in the wasteland
always at low ebb

this life
the way it tears at
my asshole
mocks my soul

you’d think the gods
had it in for me

i’m a defective
i wasn’t destined to do
the bidding of others

it’s just that something
has always hung
me up
kept me dim

oh, where did i go wrong?
left to rot here
staring at the walls
in a wine-stained t-shirt
sucking on cheap scotch
and ice

waiting for glorious death
to come

what bad moves have i made
since birth?

all of them, kid
almost all of them

except her.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You had me at kid...
this is a love poem of the nth degree..
gotta say, this is up in my top favs for you.. well done!!!

John Grochalski said...

Lynne...thank you so much!