Where does it come from?
The pain,
inside.
More,
than any human thing.
Swelling, roaring-
I plead,
cry,
embracing.
Snowing,
alone,
naked,
feeling.
White pain-
numb.
Erupting inside.
pain,
flaring,
throbbing.
Rising
soaring;
distracted,
within-
drugged.
pain – check.
Burning,
tearing, clawing.
Inside you,
feeling-
Sweat, mingling.
aching,
longing.
pain.
Then.
night,
alone,
Pain and I,
holding it,
knowing,
I-
am-
alive.
Holiday.
Guy: Ever been to the Bahamas?
Guy: Well, if you like to go then we can send you there for $300 for two weeks.
Guy: The first week anything you want is yours.
Guy: No, really, anything you want.
Guy: Yes.
Guy: Sure, whatever.
Guy: The second week you are owned by us.
Guy: And we wipe your memory.
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Insinuating Holiday Journey
Where does it come from?
The pain within,
I feel it inside me.
More inside me than any human thing.
It swells and roars and it will not go away.
I plead,
cry,
hold it close.
In the snow,
alone,
naked,
feeling.
Feeling the pain from the snow,
numb.
Erupting inside.
Inside me, the pain,
flaring,
throbbing.
Rising
I soar;
distracted,
within the drug.
The pain is still there.
Burning,
tearing, clawing.
Inside you,
I feel you.
Sweat mingling.
I ache,
longing.
I still feel the pain.
Then.
night,
alone,
alone with the pain.
I hold it tight,
knowing,
I’m alive.
Four-Calendar Café 