Convalescence

These fucking fluorescents
Etched amongst the wood grain paneling
And the splintered oak desk top
I stare down at the ants
Through a window of pain
They laugh and smile and talk
They chuckle and frolic, so happy
So fucking sad and pathetic
So many breaths wasted
On a feeble attempt to feel
To feel someone inside
Or know how her insides feel
Against his throbbing outer shell
A girl with a pony tail
Tucked so neatly behind her head
Pulls the stretcher in to the room
The fluorescents illuminate her forehead
Do you want to know how I feel?
Listen as the payphone clicks
Your quarter falling to oblivion.
Keep chasing the doves.
It won’t help you.
Keep sticking that needle in
It won’t help you.
Feel my energy possessing your lips
Echo my touch through the parallels
Strap her down and feel her twitch
The weeping sounds of your begging
The cracking of your voice.
Put on your warm jacket
You don’t want to catch a cold.
You don’t want to feel alone.
You’ll never feel my insides
They’re too pure for your soiled soul.
I’m off my meds again
And you’re wearing perfume.


.Thanks be to god.