and all things will return in the rain from the pathways to the river
and all things will return in the river from the currents to the ocean
and all things will return in the ocean from the eddies to the earth
and all things of earth will return by the night of the very depths
to the darkness of time from whence they came
and in their decay, they will sing
they will sing
of death
at sea
at sea
and i am powerless to stop them
—
i am so impossibly lonely
so tired of early morning hours in silence and cold
i feel like i desperately need to find a girlfriend to sleep next to
to find someone to share life with
to share nights with
to be warm with
a girlfriend would make everything better
a mate
only i have a girlfriend already —
and i love her dearly…
while i’m alone
i don’t know if this is repairable
i need an early-morning porch-smoke
i need fewer feelings
—
i’m not happy
i’m just not happy
i’m tired of women
always and forever they make me want to die
but i need a woman
otherwise might as well die
—
once you run out of questions
you add it all up
and you realize you’ve been had
like elvis
like che
like charles manson
like jesus