THIS IS A POEM ABOUT EMBELLISHMENTS AND WET CAKES AND A POWER GREATER THAN OUR MISERABLE SELVES 11.27.17

11.27.17

we were fucked up
one of those sessions
where your head feels
like it weighs as much as
a car engine, limp-necked,
we nodded off mid conversation
speaking of our lives and all
the bad shit we’d been through
[embellishment]
[embellishment]
i listened as best i could
and believed none of it
but later that night i saw the
saddest thing my eyes have ever
witnessed
and it made me believe in something
a man and a woman talking in the rain
the man’s shoulders droopy
his body pale and without strength
standing in a bathrobe and pajama slippers
and the woman
an angel
the most beautiful thing
older than forty-five
maybe in the entire world
the man was pleading with her
beneath a metal awning
he was holding a cake and spilling
out his heart
and the woman hated him
hated all of him
vitriol extremis
a hate so violent it was beautiful
she slapped him in the face
as he was professing his love for her
and she walked away
and the man remained
with the cake in his hands
the cake being rained on
dripping frosting like white mascara
over his fingers
while the rain sounded like a stadium
crowd bashing against the awning
and the man fell to his knees
and wept and wailed at an arclamp
which he thought was the moon
being rained upon
being swallowed by the weather
he was drenching wet with shame
and hurt
using his right hand
to scoop cake
into his mouth
it is in moments like this
when the real humans among us
feel something
and learn
to believe in a power greater
than our miserable selves.


Written at 9:48 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. 

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