How can this be, this slow kindled hate,
Agonized states of feeling trapped by an other who won’t understand,
Of feelings held back,
Petrified, sold below my best price
Crippled by kisses …
Love only brings you so far,
Moving in place, underachieving,
A low burning, late rising star who never goes full circle around earth,
But falls flat on the way
And falls down, crushing human flesh and human bones,
And human staring eyes
Trapped in place by bewilderment or simple cretinism.
And it won’t even burn there, just smokingly lie there,
Press the air from their lungs …
Then it will die there
And have them all dying below.