Nary A Good Thought Of You, Anymore

Nary A Good Thought Of You, Anymore



There’s a sultry shifting of your shimmering waste,
A lipid, linguistic, and morbid aftertaste
Of sweet ambrosia and nervous nirvana
That helps the helpless to haste their hate
In the fiery depths of passionless persistence.

Like a silky parachute of death-dealing insistence,
You wrap me up in cloaks and undergarments,
Snaring me in your soft delights,
Blinding my senses and taking my sight;
Leaving me cold and naked and defenceless,
In the harshness of your night.

Like a bush gone afire,
Like a comet streaks the sky,
You made my heart believe
In a higher form of delight -
What a load of shit that was.

I have crashed to the bottom
From the tops of the highest heights.
Falling at a speed that I thought was impossible,
A surreal end to all happiness
That stole away all the answers that were plausible.
I shake my limbs to see just how
Broken up this man is,
But the pieces are strewn so far apart,
I do not even know where to start
To collect myself together and piece back my life.
All I have left is heart-abandoning strife.

All you left me was lack of hope,
Loss of faith,
Turbulence of the soul
And nary a person to hold.




January 16th, 2010