Sick With Longing
(poem)
Sick with longing
The past insists
On following me
Mumbling about
Random ideal memories
Painting pictures
With lust & mustard
Passed off as love
Not disgusting
So I am sick with longing
For all the lost years
(all the moments & bits of now
thrown overboard by the past)
Abandoned and & beaten
Children & dogs eaten
Belongings absorbed by the police
Friends dispersed
Home & heart & fields razed
Leaving only fat memories
The past is ecstatic
Creative & manic
Stealing the moment
From the pacific
to the Atlantic.
-saint james harris wood