UNTITLED POEM
Introduction
Here we are again, once more in the span
Those lifetimes compressed not even into
Day, hours if I can believe it, round about
In a circle I should come to expect. There
You’ll be languished, rabid, puppy dog eyes Impel
me to listen to comply. The rerun starts up
As it ever so does. Here we go again. Crossroads
And conflicted, you will stand as if stopped by
Some tempting devil. But there is no fiend,
No seductress luring you with forbidden fruits.
That hidden and forbidden boon of knowledge
Will ever be invisible, a hopeful figment.
It will be just you, your hands heavy, heaving, your
Will weak at the face of any and every desire.
Cheap women, fast acting pills, mixing in a cocktail
Topped off by a short fused ready to be lit by
Whatever provocation you see fit. In the end,
There is no devil tempting you, just a glut on
A never ending, never satisfied search to fill
The void that should have been satiated by
Tender eyes and a soft heart.