UNLOVE
Can anything hurt more?
Nature abhors a vacuum
Feeling unloved
Centers the vacuum in the pit
Of your stomach
Can there be anything worse
Than the pain of rejection
That claws at the vast
Feeling of nothingness
Inside
Are your unloved moments bad?
Are they worse than mine?
Can we claw our way
Out of them?
Claws don’t love
Bleeding claws and
Torrents of tears
Cannot wash away
The great loss.
Of withdrawn love
Of its emptiness
Of its painful pulling
Out of the knife
Our kind has tried everything
To cure this malaise
Using the highs of
Drugging the brain
To deaden the soul
The world’s oldest profession
Makes its claim
In the twisting, rolling
Thrusting of bodies
Always trying its ways
On each new generation
We are masters of disguise
Painting our faces
Poem 41
Goliath Comes to church
Who's that hulk
In the front row
In the front row
Poem 42
Goliath il
He wasn't smart
Nor was he pretty
Nor was he pretty