11 August 2013

I offered up my goods to the devil or the gods or the universe
Whatever bigger than everything entity has the power to make such backroom bargains
I said tell you what
Give me 9 to 5 with bennies and a 401k
one thing I can hold onto
And, perhaps, a little something extra for a weekend at the beach 


Anything, I said, anything will do.
smite me to a cubicle life
of gray office damnation
I said you can have whatever you want,
you can have this. These,
all my words, take them
every letter, sound and syllable
yours for the low, low price of one eternity in stability
I said please.
Motherfucker, please.

They're yours all yours, I said
I don’t want them anymore,
pulled my fingers from the keys and waited.
Weighted
the leaves turned orange and gold and brown,
the rains painted their colors across the sidewalk,
and washed them into oblivion
days got shorter and the days got longer and the flowers opened and
fat red tomatoes split guts and seeds onto the garden floor
and nothing
Turns out the devil don't need writers neither




4 comments:

  1. This is beautiful and heartbreaking, HG. I am sending love for the journey.

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  2. Favorite lines: "Pulled my fingers from the keys and waited.
    Weighted"

    "and fat red tomatoes split guts and seeds onto the garden floor"

    So, so good to read you again.

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  3. I said please.
    Motherfucker, please.

    i feel that ache, sister. i do. well done.
    keep writing.
    :)
    xo

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  4. love it. i totally feel it. <3

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