Untitled Love Poem

Untitled Love Poem I’ve lost my mind so serpentine, so labyrinthine? This maze, this haze, it draws me in. I must get through these twisted vines. these zigzag lines. I know, I know, I’ll turn around and fight my way back from my fright back from this night back to the day… Ah, but no, the path leads low and on I go, and on I go, under, under underground. Slowly, slowly slow I go. The path constricts, the floor comes up, the walls come in, the roof comes down. Now I’m crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling under, underground. Forward yet, it’s requisite, onward, onward, underground. On my belly, slither, squirming, rooting roots and rooting dirt, the walls come in and ceiling down. Ceiling down and floor comes up, tightly squirming squirming, squirming squirming under, underground. Movement yet? No, now entombment, movement  none. Now I’m finished, now I’m done… …Now I wake, in sweat I wake my T-shirt wet. I crawl from bed to bath to pee, to shed my shirt and naked sit in misery. Why me?  Why me? Oh Christ why me? This horrid dream, this nightmare brings me agony. I sit and pee as women pee with head in hands in agony. Why me?  Why me? Oh Christ why me? On porcelain pot, with head in hands in cold white light, the freezing floor - - depression session. This life sucks, I work and work and then I die Jesus Christ! depression rushes, all for what? and all for why? and them I pee, and toilet flushes. Back to bed so I can dream my pitiful life of buried live. Depression, strife, I hug my wife like baby boy would grab his mom. I nestle close and kiss her neck. Her hand comes up and mingles mine. It squeezes mine and I squeeze back and fall asleep, in peace sublime. Written January 21st, 2000 © on Jan 21 2002 11:14 AM PST, same as above   0 • 8