. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Still Wanting You

From the ol' heartbreak files. Can't never get enough...

You’ve broken our vow of silence,
unspoken and sacred as it was,
and now I am two men again,
alone without you,
tired of loving you,
now a mad man who wanders in cloudy solitude,
a broken human machine,
cursed not by a devil,
but by an angel.

What is it about my existence that you still need?
Some lost connection in your brightly perfect soul,
that in your genuine and boundless desire for my friendship,
you destroy me.

I am no longer an island
     but a pair of them,
a murky channel of undefined depth between the two,
I sleep next to someone new these nights
     pledging my love to her,
yet I cannot stop writing poetry about you.


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