Love doesn’t want us
and then, we don’t want love
there is no spark, to burn down the forest
We try one love, and then another
it’s a lighter, that doesn’t light
we have to keep trying, into the black night
the cold bitter frost
that steals our warmth
while we try, and try, and try
it’s an awkward kiss
How can a man with an alcoholic brain, write?
How can the king of coke, do the deed, like he stole it?
Why do the beggars, in the street, have to beg for more?
I get worse, at being worse, because I practice it
like mammon, selecting prostitutes
I think “pretty good,” is the phrase
bitterness, like coffee, in bed
my mind, is dead
this non-creative brain, is a waking nightmare
take passion, like a prescription
give me hope
not random words or stale sentences
I want to go nuclear
rather than whimpering like a baby
drowning in a mud puddle
listening to the sound, that grates my brain, like cheddar cheese
I climb hills, even if they aren’t mountains
I keep going
what choice do I have?
I take comfort in discomfort
accepting the unacceptable
because love endures, despite no love at all
it’s a fat wife, who nags
a father, who beats his children
I’ve never known perfect love
like a mother who forgets her son at school
What is life teaching us?