Poetry / godDAMN

godDAMN, where you at? and I’m drawing you pictures of penguins,
fat little bellies, white surrounded by black, and your name on a fish
hanging from their mouths, from mouths you’ll never see
fucking sure you’ll never feed these starving little babies
made of my love, my creation (it borders on obsession), and for you
I swing and break them (you laugh and fucking play them).
my FIST meets your lips – it sounds almost Freudian – and the
blood starts to come, then I’m on my knees begging
please, for you to forgive me (for all your betrayals)
and professing I love you (‘spite all your denials)
and you can’t – or you won’t – give me YOU, all I’m asking
because I lack what I lack and was just a passing fancy:
some else you flew by, someone else whose mind you molested
with your tears and your pain, affectionate protestations
but FUCK all that noise, ‘cause you know I’m here lovin’ you in a way
that you can’t even fathom; for all that you aren’t and all your
imperfections; and that’s why you hate me til
I ignore your dimensions
and sail on.