Love Poem: Love Might As Well Be a Million Miles Away

Love Might As Well Be a Million Miles Away

Love Might as Well be a Million Miles Away



Demented silence 
Thuds dreams to nothing
In empty hands
And desperate lips kiss
Air

Tears beguile emotion to feeling
Something
Anything
Squawking
All of it a lies distraction
From the yank and burn

Don’t look to deep
Into it

A whole life brought to the reckless tip
Says “ Believe in it ”

And the games of a sexual reconnoiter
Appease deliberately
With a numb ball point
That scars wishes on a skin
Which has no other meaning
No other action
Or recompense
But to lay sweating in its own self inflicted 
Torment 

But would beg for pity
Beg with a berated dog on its belly
To feel something other than this cold empty
Starving

Beguiled by desperation and easy excuses
Never, not, ever, not, to be “a break free”
Of the chains
Sluggishly wrapped
Upon that future
Has no dream but reality
And today has devoured me
Yet again

Conceived in its erudite misuse
And accepting weakness as its only course
The day ad-libs
These fleeting life second-hand moments
Nothing but punishment
For being in love

The bitter doors of its prisons
Bleed
When my hands touch them

Guilty those palms they pronounce me
And culpability continues to deny me
A life
Though through every strip of imagination
I could tune this heart another way
If still my lover refuses
To give in

Then

Love might as Well be a Million Miles Away