banalities
Anonymous, 2014
out of
how are yous
and where’ve you beens
and every handshake
and hug
and passionless
kiss on the cheek
soft as gravel
flung on tin
breathe me
from the words
and wisdom
that you get
in the news,
weave me
with a needle of
envy
and kiss me
goodnight
the same way
you take the dog
to the vet
to be put down
watch me
when I wake
each morning
my movements
cold and jerky
as they would be
clad in suits
and silks
and pretty things
fetch me my
morning coffee
lukewarm as a sunny day
and scratch me
behind the ears
so that I purr
will you miss me
when I’ve grown
and burst the house
around us?
I don’t think so
my home
is the pavement
and the asphalt
and the glass
I walk
in the shadow
of the mercy of man
but it harmeth me not -
for I am woven
of petty things
of banalities and trivialities
and they are
bones
which never break
in a bolt of lightning
hurl me
at thine foes, still shining
and crackling and spitting
and I will
give them
such
pleasant
dreams
that they
will never wake.
ash -
for I
exist
to cease.
thy name is intimacy.
