I give up

I’m wasted

Exhausted

Extreme

 

I give up

There is nothing left

No sorrow or bare trees

No grounds to hunt on

No leftover space

Or corners to mold and form

 

I give up

Silently awakened

In the moist midnight air

Nobody to eat

And nobody to die

 

I give up

Stranger’s umbrella

A holocaust nickname

A king

 

I give up

Let me entertain you

And kiss you on the thigh

Let me swallow you

And kiss you on the cheek goodbye

 

I give up

It’s only natural

I’ve never seen it before

I’m tired today

Tomorrow is a new old day

I’m bringing in the welcome mat

I’m bringing in the traps

 

I give up

They wrapped me in gauze

And traveled me through time

Developed my horror

And fed my veins

 

I give up

It’s a back seat driver

And a live-in maid

A rainy holiday

Virgin flowers and settlements

By the brooks in the land

 

I give up

My eyes have bags

I’m a skeleton today

My ballad has gone home

I’m left with nothing in my hands

Your wet stringy hair clings to me

And my teeth still fall to the ground

 

I give up

My birds have died

The cash is done

I’m looking underneath the rabbit holes

And you left me starving

I give up

 

 

 

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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