loneliness – Page 2 – mattress dungeon

tequila lime

i am aching achingto bring you intomy arms my bedas a rock to keep mefrom drifting into seasof terror and sweatand hollow visionsbut i have studiedi know this map welland the place we’d dockwould certainly be roughi will brave these seasalone perhaps you willbe prouder of me

any port in a storm (as long as it’s ruby)

neither of us(none of us)likes those poems that are plainspoken and don’tuse a line break to sayanything andusually iwouldn’t write one butdesperate timesand all that i cannotunderstand why i miss youthis much and youseem to be more than finewith me being nothingmore than a seasoningsprinkled over the daywhen you claimedthat you loved mebecause i amContinue reading “any port in a storm (as long as it’s ruby)”

patience pending

darling if you’re going to tell storiesyou must first establish a firm timelineand a coherent series of eventsyou see i’ve read some very fine literaturewritten drunk and edited hungoveri have high standards for tall talesyou can bring me low and short mebut don’t try to sell me somethingunworthy of publication

unread

do you understand. do you understand. do you understand.

there is no way to stop the process of aging on a physical level so any contract you may have signed with satan or one of his dudes simply means you’ll stop developing & date people in their early 20s & be vulnerable to high school bullies this is not a criticismit’s only the truthContinue reading “do you understand. do you understand. do you understand.”

dim bulbs, small village

the problem, alwaysis the diminishing returns& at some point you find yourselfin the wee hours drinking wine &cutting lines to sun kil moonwhile the beautiful ones sleepas if you couldn’t close your own eyesbut you’re hundreds of milesfrom anyone who’s ever really given a shityou could call & get another talkabout worry & your bloodContinue reading “dim bulbs, small village”

it’s a great day for nothing

gloomy gloomy outside holy holywe’ve got angels touching downsobbing in their sleep& the whole mountain seemscoated in sweat and vomit and pissat least it’s a break from gravitythe leaf believes in the carrying windthe knot in your tonguewill kill you in the end

rhymes with noose

mess with those country boys& you’ll understand a whole genreof breakup songsmy man done stole my heart& my money& drank both of em awaywe ain’t right for nothinbut yodelayeehooshore is easy to fallin some kinda lovein a golden sunsetin a pine grovein those eyes

girl you need a home

the best place to hide secretsis in plain sightlike this plain sitei couldn’t pay you to readthe secret:i still love youdespite your disinterestglad you’ve found somethingthat can fill your heart maybe somedayi’ll be able to look at youwithout seeing a weapon

cassavetes says he isn’t taking my calls anymore

suppose there’s a point of pointlessnesswhere complaining just puts you inone of those obligating positionsand low-maintenance seems bestbut lo it is lonely waiting againbitches i’m back to havingnothing but some bit partof someone else’s lowlife hearts want what hearts wantwhat hearts want what heartswant what hearts want whatheart wants the consolation kisswhich creates no differencebetweenContinue reading “cassavetes says he isn’t taking my calls anymore”