Creebjeez

Day after day I wait for
your arrival
I’ve received your letters
and postcards
from places other than here.
What’s taking you so long?
I’d rather be underground
than under water
I’m tired of this place
in between the sand and
the ocean
I’m beginning to think you
won’t come
What about those talks we had?
Those promises I could have sworn you made?
The preparing I’ve done?
I want to say I can’t
stay here much longer
But we both know that
you are my only way out
So I guess I will
continue to wait
despite my grave impatience

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I like to enter a space where only you and I reside.
Connected as one in the darkness of your room
Your dark waves pulsating through my body.
I’ve taken you to this other place
and I’ve orchestrated every step.
Reaching through your body with my searing form
and my deathly rhythm
I have melted your insides and
molded them with my own.
Now two bodies act as one
with your approval and under my control.
You go deeper and deeper into the act
into the space
as I listen
and pull the strings that connect us.
Your dark waves crash and glisten
in ultimate spectacle
and spectacular show.
Your audience of one
transfixed,
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I have heard about rock bottom.

They say it is your lowest low.

“Let it be the foundation from which you rebuild yourself.”

Such a horrible place, they say

Get out as soon as you can

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I sit here

drunk

another day

unexpected

during work;

again

chastising myself

to come to terms with myself.

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What is alcohol today

may be pills, smoke, or excessive enthusiasm

on any other

as I try to fit myself

inside this strange box

that they gave to me.

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My eyes

blurry and weak from the years of sleep,

are beginning to see

appreciation

for the durable rock that

I we have been gifted.

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I am beginning to see