Major Deadhead.
When Love is gone all life is gone
Two Poems- Major Deadhead & From the Swirls Of a Greasy Spooning
Major Deadhead
Night of the
living dead
has nothing
on me
they at least
still have an appetite
for other life
and they feel no pain
in their souls
which have fled
I am the
ultimate zombie,
my mind
decomposing
our favorite
love songs,
while I rot in
the cavity of
your absense. I am a mannequin
who stumbled
through a window
of opportunity shattered. I wander
the graveyards
of long dead hopes,
eyes vacant,
bruised heart
running on
the stagnant fumes
of the faint scent
of your perfume.
my love for you
is insatiable
leaving me no
desire to be sociable
and wind up with
any other lost love
that will leave me
returning to
this rotten state
of unbeing
I haunt
the places
we used
to frolic,
a lovaholic
chasing ghosts. I have become nothing,
a faded image from
a sun drenched polaroid,
I am the eraser
crumbs from a
love letter never sent.
I crumple
in a fetal
ball of flesh,
left in
love's dumpster
just east of your
empty arms.
From The Swirls
Of A Greasy Spooning.
In the bitter dregs
of a love cooled
whether through the
grounds of divorce,
or the acidic aftertaste
of infidelity
one finds no coupling
that remains
only the cupping
of ones own soul
drained and emptied
An unclean vessel
with no perks,
wherein the heart
finds an icy brew
of sorrow that once
knew warmth each morn.
Love requires just
the right amounts
of sweetness stirred
between two without
the taste of another
spoiling the heated bliss,
with lipstick stains
marking one's mug
of smug deceit. Life is a cafe,
where one can sample,
the liquid warmth
of any passions blended,
but when one
makes this choice
a price must be paid,
leaving a table for one,
cloaked in
sad poems penned
in the winter of a love,
where hopes are tabled,
all pride is swallowed,
and only emptiness ensues.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III