Tales of a Poor Poge by Richard Palmer - HTML preview

LONELINESS

Is:
Life trapped in a teardrop
Dreaming of love that might

Have been, but never will be?

Is:
A man’s agony on death day.

The mortal seed is fed to the worms?

Is:
The chill of lonely flesh,
Deprived and cold with need.

Is:
A cripple lost in the crowd
Unknown and unloved
Touching and touch never known.

Alone with sordid visions.
Slug food in a bedroom
Masturbating at night,
Aflame with loveless fantasy.