Fallen Out

It comes, and sometimes goes, this fear of what he knows

This rakish sudden bliss of what isn’t and what is.

The flying in one’s heart as the knotting willed to start

of all he can accomplish in the language of his anguish

that wrings his neck and soul in the slip he once controlled.

of all the women learned, it is not what contract earned

He is sick of all this flesh, the reasons for this mess

Yet fathoms nothing new, the world revolved round you,

the one he cannot have, his symptoms up for grabs,

of love and taste and guts, he spews the contents up.

nothing sure under sun would chase this only one.

He often still considers sex to be his only best

The leopard and the spots that change for what he’s got.

Now and never been, for all this jewelled sheen

of diamonds comes to shove; his art is cut this rough.

She does not care for once when fate lets only chance

He hates the slack hand weight that thinking she creates.

So leave it all gone by, breath heavy, let it lie.

Of course it comes so slow, as above then so below

For what considered love becalms eventual bluff

of this, that and another, he would be less the bother,

of comfort in between, his lack of conscience seen.

For if at once he’s scared what then can be repaired?

He has no wishes left, they are gone, locked up, bereft

For all that this was good, she did only what she could.

Complete the only way, not what I do, just what I say

And licking nerves of stress becomes what he does best.

Fallen Out


Joined January 2008

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