In Rochester, on East Avenue,
A greyish soul treks off to work,
Throws back the coffee handily,
Sleepily pays the sales clerk-

His gaze is now transfixed by a tree
Colorful and flowering
Wishes he could stay outside
Alas, the tasks are towering…

He checks and sets the openness
Of his eyes in his image in the glass,
So as not
     to make it seem
          he’s as gone
               as he is;
Stumbles past the guard, plops down on his ***,

Planted thus, in front of his monitor,
In a cubicle, first floor, across from the lab,
Curses his fate for landing him here,
In this windowless slogging, dark and drab.

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Lain in Nature—so suffice us
The enchantless Pod
When we advertise existence
For the missing Seed—

Maddest Heart that God created
Cannot move a sod
Pasted by the simple summer
On the Longed for Dead

Love is a misery,
A tragedy as I replied.
You said it was a hassle,
And annoying and sad.
An unhealthy obsession,
Was your description of it.

You asked about confession,
If it'll make you feel lighter.
If the burdens of emotion,
Become weightless banter.
I replied yes with conviction!

Love was a tragedy...
Because now I'm left in misery!
Love was a hassle...
Because now I'm tired and hungry!
It was annoying and sad...
Now I'm jaded and awry!

Others can be good
Let me be this
Pathetic scrawls
In a notebook
Let me play again with my
Deamons
Let them take
Over
Let them swirl in the night
Like my tongue in this stale beer

You haunt me with my own impotence
I spend the days trying hard not to regret, trying to forget
But I am lost and confused. And it's not you.
This is me
Without a lover to have and hold
This is me in a restless frenzy
This is the needle
This is the sound of your laughter drilling at my chest.
This is the hit in a bathroom stall
This is my heart cracked open like a walnut.
It is not you
This is me reaching out
in the dark
For the the green of your eyes
This is my sickness
Love like the hot breath of a beast.
Love like a nasty stickiness on my skin
Love like dancing goblins around a burning stake
Love like a dry heat
The sun torching the sun
The sun torching
Icarus'
Wings

Id prefer you stay lonely.
After I leave, don't have company.
Sit as one in regret, rueing my existence.
I'll never come back; you have my word.
And yet your love persists.
Always wondering what could've been.
But ignoring what was there
It was malignant.
I never felt less happy but I could never tell you
Because we're still alike, I feel you.