lonliness

The green mould is rising,
higher and higher
on the soft cream bread



On a vast page
the single word
waits for another...


Loneliness is a shapeless, faceless monster
Eating in to the wet sand of the earth,
Though the ocean tries,
But with each wave it's fingers slip
And it leaves the earth damp.
Foaming on the edges of the earth,
Is the shape of loneliness.



Loneliness is the blue in the flames,
You can fill the fire with hopes and anger,
You can fill the fire with all the trash in the world,
You can fill the fire with sighs and words,
But it all burns, in to the blue flames,
Through the smoke you see,
The colour of loneliness.



Loneliness is a gluttonous man,
His skin about to burst.
You can feed the man cherries and peaches,
You can feed the man thought and wisdom,
You can feed the man time and sense,
And hope that he bursts.
But his body digests and he shits.
Slowly mixing with the air
is the stench of loneliness.


Loneliness is a body,
Writhe ring with desire,
You can touch it with your soft hands,
Or caress it with your rough tongue,
You can glide over it
And shudder with it's pleasure,
But the body unfolds and reveals a soul.
Dazzling your senses is the extent of loneliness.