your own planet

the poetry of dr zen

Tuesday, February 16, 1993

Boiling & freezing

I felt you creep
like a moving sickness
vectored across my skin

everything
is blowing hot and cold
getting older
there won't be time left
to think about
time wasted
thinking about you

I saw you waiting
down a million
empty corridors of life
thinking
of things to say
at the end
of anything left to say

I won't feel for you
when you're gone
subtly try to
call you back
I won't wait around
in a limbo of hope
ugly fear
I won't be dismayed

everything
collapses with time
ending up heatless
getting older
colder than misery
lost and alone

I felt you gripping me
and now you slip away
all across my empty life
nothing left to say

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