Cheap ~

Cheap ~

“He doesn’t care, says my brain.
Am I so sure of that? Or was it myself just being-
Reactive?
He kisses me because he missed me-
Right? But, I’ve known enough of him to know,
That he’s just like any of the other men,
And it doesn’t mean anything.
Would our art damage each other’s if got in the way, of-
Our separate desires?
Would one become a poison to the other’s lust?

Push him out of my mind, just like I’ve pushed out . . .
So many others.
Out of sight out of mind.

Some words drift back,
Pierce the veil of my pain,
From someone, who once told me,
‘I always give a lot of thought before cutting the person off,’
And the ghost of that experience bobs up and down,
Like a sickly orange globe,
And tangled mess of silver chains,
As I sat cross legged on the man’s floor while he,
Drank whiskey for hours.

How much is pain worth? Ten cents? Twenty- ?
The kind of poison that enforces insanity is cheaply labeled.

New York City is the heart of so much disdain,
And it is the heart,
That breathes life and lust into one’s ventricles,
Into the darkness between the ropes,
Of the mind,
And tangled up bed-sheets.
But it is these dynamics which make it difficult to,
See through the pain,
And the heated lust which on a wayward night, seduces you into,
Those mysterious walks, which seem,
Indescribable the next,
Morning.

Shards and pits of glass with shiny lines,
One moves quickly into the next,
And pretty soon your life is a myriad in a-
Turning, glass-filled assembly.

Do you know what I would give,
For a single embrace?
Yet, I remember that my pain is only worth ten cents,
As the man on the floor had once stated.
Yet, I have not much else to provide, because I can’t,
Convince your wallet . . .
To purchase anything that’s big.”

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This poet is very eloquent and skilled with imagery. The pain conveyed is almost palpable, the fruit of having said goodbye too many times. I looked for hope throughout the work, but couldn't find any. I hope things change for the better.

[Foxemerald]

Aww.
Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words. Thanks for reading.

[Graham Plantagenet]

I really love your mind. I feel a woman that has been wronged by many men. A woman sick of their manly ways. A woman undoubtedly worth more than 10 cents.

[Foxemerald]

Thank you! I really appreciate your input.
How did you find me, if I might ask?

[Graham Plantagenet]

Saw you on writers online, then checked out your poems

[Foxemerald]

Writers online? That’s pretty interesting . . . I don’t believe I’ve heard of it.

[Graham Plantagenet]

It's a feature on the site lol