Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Wednesday, Feb. 02, 2005 - 4:05 a.m.

rapture
us against the world
you're a bad habit I need to drop
running out of options

Biting back the urge
Teeth clenched and bared
Wishing I could scream at the ceiling
a clenched fist shears the damp pillowcase

Swallowed this vile, writhing worm
you spoon-fed me my misery
now I feel it twisting, churning, wriggling
through my insides

billowing clouds of smoke
purge oxygen from black lungs
stark against a blazing red heart
beating only out of habit

I die a little every minute I waste
forgiving myself for how I feel
about what never existed
between us

I'm hung up
abstraction, intangible as your touch
battered is the child above me
battered as the child inside me

lingering on
my days become night
my night becomes solitude
the only reality I can know

flickering, or is it
shimmering
who is behind that light

I know who you are
I know how I am with you
I know it cannot be you
I know nothing

but
tap tap tap tap tap
click
goodnight

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