Detachment

Everyone is good at heart

because their heart wants good

and that may mean some bad

for a guy like me

who has tried to get close

to your heart

but encounters flesh

hard and barbed

especially in the cold

that cuts him if it could

but instead settles on

taking his life from him

each night

by pounding lightly

until he sleeps

besides you

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Writing requires detachment

where you can tear

off a limb of yours

a limb you have grown fond

for through hand holding

masturbating

and feeding

a limb which all others

are jealous of

a limb which you can’t

do without,

and you do without it

because you cannot recognize

its pulp and stillness

and you’re slightly hungry

from composing wayward all day

for meat that melts in your mouth

but you need to do more

so you look back to the

useless coat hanger and the spurts of blood

that are dying down

and hope that the thing will produce a

rainbow in shades of black

like any red waterfall should

because that would make

a good story that you’d

give an arm or a leg

to write