Mar 2016

THREE

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THREE

His sadness met another day of him
Because celebration of his birth haunted
What tales he'd sewn from his father
Onto her wishes of him well
He screamed of a sadness he hid
And instead revealed himself her monster
As she turned from him and away from his
Needs of her to give him her love
Of her to feed his sickness of sadness
Because he never had such well wishes

∞ ∞ ∞

Was the universe really a New Year's Day
Because he was born once on such a day
To be with her despite being wounded
Yet his wounds spoke of frozen moments
Unwilling to move out of his day belonging
To someone else instead of only his
So he became a mess more upon his puddle
Would he reclaim this day as his own
Only to be shared but never expected
Perhaps to climb a mountain and sleep

∞ ∞ ∞

Sometimes along a tent, the stars watched
As the lone man laid under them to
Stare back into the past of their light
Drifting in the thoughts of being near her
Despite the place he dwelled by himself
He felt her near him as he could glimpse
Where she left a trail of where her energy
Could be found if he were not to be
A monster that stayed away by will
What even he wanted the most as true

∞ ∞ ∞

Despite no witnesses to their love
Her words would sing in his dark
Making even his torments sing in return
Could
held at bay ever free him
As his answers leave him where he froze
He could mimic movement for awhile
But in that dark he was found sitting
Still enough to hear the stars he missed
To listen for her songs again
The ones he would not answer the calls

∞ ∞ ∞

He watched her relief of her own torment
Wondering of the abilities she birthed
On the week he looked for his own Birthday
Into a multi-spontaneous oblivion
To be just once for him, one of those days
Even if he had to hold a doll to be
The child kept away from his own
Developing paternal heart, to love himself
Because who would do that for him
If he could not hold his baby to be

∞ ∞ ∞

A motel in the middle of a nowhere highway
With a bubble bath half filled with wine
And a damp sketchbook with bleeding lines
He decided he was the one he was to become
To love himself in the middle of nowhere
And maybe go out on a hiking tour with strangers
After a night of antique horror movies
Because, how else would he date himself
On a day he was the most important
As she whispered his name in his mind

∞ ∞ ∞

She told him he was an artist and
An artist would wander, would he
She needed his wandering to find himself
Would he mend his cracks as he witnessed
Viewpoints he put himself in, to see
Life calling who he is when moving
Would he tell her he's going, and return
Would he write his chaos even then
Even if it came out in drawings, would he
Be the man that called his flow

∞ ∞ ∞

If he bought himself a present at an exit
Convenient store toy isle, would he find happiness
In bobble-headed starlets of
tourist-trap land
Maybe he'd get lipstick to kiss his mirror
With his own lips looking across the room
Of the motel-strip along a desert
In a town so small it was half gravel
Maybe he could skate under the moon
In that motel parking lot to roam his thoughts
Of her sending him out to say Happy Birthday

∞ ∞ ∞

Would his father camp on his doorstep
Wondering where he went when he
Explicitly demanded such birthdays to be
All about how important he, his father, was than him
As he was off ignoring such threats
Because a tent in his car had called
The night upon him and away from
Monsters he grew up with, haunting
The quiet air was hollow with nature
Just for him to sleep with

∞ ∞ ∞

His father or even his mother could wait
Or not even bother this called
Because just a week out from everyone
Had to be for his awakening into
Health in his emotions he grew for her
He wanted because he wanted how she
Saw his healing could be if he let it
With every allowance to evolve on
Just one night out of reach from all
Into the place where snakes were tracks

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