Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Fear and loathing in Denmark,
Part deux.

The distant, melancholy sound of a train setting off
for parts unknown.
Railroad tracks.
Railroad tracks stretching to the blistering horizon,
is what I see when I think of you.
Railroad tracks, birthday cake and crushed knuckles.

Our love was but a brief stay-of-execution.
Your cousin and your brother tried to kill me,
and even though they failed, they came far too close.
Not only was I a worthless westerner,
I didn't even believe in any celestial configuration
of the wayward western pantheon.
My hands still show the scars I got closing the fresh wounds
with fire.

But I saw and sated you...
And received more in return that I could ever deserve.
I gave you my farewell on my nineteenth birthday,
slinking of down the newly paved road, heady with the smell of freshly molten asphalt and lost in a dream of what would and will never be.
We both deserved so much more.

Those who know love best,
are those forever scorned.

3 Comments:

Blogger Krystalline Apostate said...

HMDK:
Lovely.
Wish I'd written it. Very, very nice.

Thursday, March 30, 2006 12:23:00 AM  
Blogger udonman said...

Hairless you my friend are a great author and so is the blog father after reading the post on both of your blogs I realize mine are nothing of quality or depth so i am going to call it quits for awhile will still post on nogodblog just wont put any post on my blog see yah later

Tony

Thursday, March 30, 2006 10:16:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How breathtakingly sad,love.

Love, brutally lived,
yet beautifully written.

Karen

Saturday, April 01, 2006 6:28:00 AM  

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