Cure me?

for a minute I thought I was found.
and my scattered pieces
pulled back together

I was collected.

but once more I am exploded
expanded and burst
like orgasms
like artillery
like the stars

how frenetic, this energy
how did I become so volatile?
my hydrogen filled mouth
my misguided assumptions
a Hindenburg waiting to happen

if I release my hot air
how many people get hurt?

This injury
wounds need nursing
how extensive is the damage?

time intervenes to heal me
Father Time, M.D.
brings me back to life

A life patched up and single
a life with holes in unseen places

Geez, I hope this doesn’t scar.

Dr. Time, am I cured?
Will there be future complications?
residual pain
that burns in cold weather
and in loneliness?

This disaster was crippling
but insufficient
I am hungry again

Responses

2 comments so far.

1. ralph rodriguez says:

   this doesnt sound like you. this sounds like a sociopathic sex kitten that wants attention about getting attention.

2. ralph rodriguez says:

   you should use my body. i recall onetime you promised you would sleep with me, anytime. all i would have to do is ask. i remember it really clearly. i remember, you could use me. bye.