from you from her <br />and her and her <br /> <br />my survival now consists <br />of disentangling myself <br />from any meaningful constructs <br />from love from the thought of love <br />from pearls earrings smiles <br />hair and hope <br /> <br />the thing that drives this romantic <br />is the thing that drives directly <br />to the past. and what is the past? <br />isolation. <br /> <br />now I stare back at you <br />the collected you's <br />wanting nothing <br />nothing that entangles me in love <br /> <br />I am a star without an orbit <br />a moon alone <br />darkness for the sake of darkness. <br /> <br />that will cause me someday <br />to burn out to snuff out my own light <br />to incinerate what was and could have been <br /> <br />it is the way it was destined for me <br />preordained before time <br />my time what <br />a glorious waste it will have been <br /> <br />most poet's are asked when they got their <br />poetic voice. 'never had one' <br />I just want to find my voice <br />but at fifty-three it's a little late <br />for all that <br /> <br />so when I am dead <br />my ghost will be trying to find me <br />trying to hone my craft <br />my final judgment will be me <br />much like Peter, cursing and swearing <br /> 'I don't know the man! ' <br /> 27/04/09<br /><br />r james sterzinger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-thirteen-a-m/
