vanity sofa

shiver time is never fun,
you feel the world inside you spun.
there, terror is the oligarch of one;
lost, alone, is not so fun.

sweating time’s the crime beyond;
the stink of hell, the smell of vice.
abuser users are not nice;
sweating fear is never nice.

longing over what has never been,
i must be longing for a melody —
since, dumb reality rejects dumb dreams —
and, brahms is total cake and cream.
but, thinking of him, wondering… suicidal mysteries,
the things in mind, mind’s manic seed —
a paper box of fantasy of want and need:
romantic longing just ain’t what it seems.

3 thoughts on “romantic

  1. that image deserves a better poem than this ditty. i don’t know whose work it is, but the neg-darks and lens vignetting make it seem from at least the twenties or thirties? you’d think it some dada or surrealist, but it might be earlier, a kind of photo image d’epinal, a cautionary? beautiful printing.

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