Seasoned


The clenched and arched muscles

of the non dimensional pornography

thinly veiled as art and emotion

and the remedy for a broken heart

Like a phone call that I know won’t come

you aren’t the seasons

and if it did I probably wouldn’t want it

because I have the seasons

and i have waited to long

and I hate waiting

even for love

so I declare that love shall wait for me

instead I have the seasons

and a bad excuse for loneliness

with free prints and secret screens

and printed dairies

and I don’t think it makes you go blind

though I do wear glasses

lose my number

and when you notice the seasons

I hope you are sad

God, I hope you are sad.


Comments

  1. Pier Roberto GiannelliSeptember 11, 2015 at 2:52 PM

    I know this is not in the poem, but the reference to pornography reminded me... I have wondered about why the average citizen stupidly adopts Christianity's insane war on human sexuality, while the streets of every city today are real-life murder scenes worthy of any gangster or slasher movie.

    "Don't let them see images of people having sex, because it will make them go out and--have sex, a dirty perverted thing! Don't let them see gays, because it will turn them gay! But give them action and suspense films filled with beatings and killings--that's okay."
    And every day people are shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned to death all around us. And the self-appointed guardians of society are too blind to see the relation.

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