CRUSHING LONELINESS
Copyright 2010 Mike McGee
(A first draft.)
Fucking loneliness…
Oh, what a laughable, horrible, gnarled loop of sadness you are.
How dare you come around again.
You were told last time you commandeered my bed and my room and my time and my bath towel:
Your service is questionable and ultimately reprehensible.
Most of the time,
I find you not worth the price of saltwater lubrication.
But I am learning that your first wave of attack, triggered too easily — be them songs, commercials, or the face of the one with whom my dreams think match me word for word — you fucking beastly rash, is the conductor that times and tunes me to the key of crying.
They are these wails, for that face or for this world, that are the girders and reinforcements within my chest, keeping you from crushing me to punctuation.
You abhorrent trend. You old English tongue: I just barely comprehend you. You are all too familiar in my ears and throat. I want you out of me and this house.
I will blast you with rock and rap and folk and laughter. I will serenade you with my lung songs that sound more like an abandoned pet at the bottom of my stomach. I will not give up on love or joy just because you have broken into my skull once more with your crowbar sadness. But indeed, you are very good at it. A formidable enemy. You are undoubtedly my truest foe.
I will overcome this crushing. I will crush back and do it in all of its meanings for all those you’ve terrorized. I will stompfuck you with lovefeet, you dancefloor of shit and misery. You ugly bristle. You kanker sore in my love mouth. I pull your teeth so not only will you stop biting, but to ensure your retreat.
You pox on all things sunny and warm. Evaporate your cold from this place. Extract all of this meanworld blood that is not mine.
See how I win? I have these words and hope.
So I win. I win. And you win this bucket of saltwater. Congratulations, fuckhole. Take your ocean pittance and be gone. I have love to champion and peace to welcome.
I hope, therefore, I win.
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