In The Time Of Slow Death

Soon the Room will be empty

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Stay Away
Stay Away
Stay Away

When Do We Stop Pretending?

I told the D.J.

Stop using the headphone.

Just use your ears.

When the old song dies,bring up the new one.

You need both hands on the mixing board.

Nobody is listening and

nobody cares.


Stupid play acting,

rehearsing for parts we'll never get.

Holding headphones doesn't impress

And words into a hot mike

only tell of drink specials and birthdays.

I don't talk to people I don't know anymore.


And I can't even pretend kindness toward strangers.

Except for hungry women.

I always leave them a single Rose

for a future that won't happen.

Now is not the time to be seen

I tell my face as the beard spreads

A shroud of hair,

the itches of violated skin,

pierced and pricked.

This is just a symbol of new life.

Meant to repel the stares of the hungry.

It somehow carries my new power,

a strange electricity,

altered metabolism.


If you licked me you could taste it.


An arrow moving through space.

People stop to watch it.

Power clings to me.

A torrent flowing through

where the old flow was...

sending vibrations into the air.

Admiring glances and words.

Strangers stop me on the street

asking for help.


There is a soundtrack to my life.

A woman singing

every word dripping

sliding into the next

while a pedal steel guitar whoops and sighs

behind the vocals.

I don't even know the lyrics...

or why a song has attached itself to me.


Some women hear the song,

approaching boldly.

Their bodies sway to it,

putting on a show or

dancing with unconscious need.

I know you live in a warm place,

they say.

I can smell it on you

like a lotion.

It smells like Sun and air and breezes.

And wafts around you.

Please take me...


Not right now.

Perhaps later.


I am now a master of the tender goodbye.

With practice, it has become a routine.

Soothing words.

Perfectly modulated.

The movement of laugh lines

and eyebrows

Just so...


Take my face, I tell them.

Take it now.

Put it in a memory.

Love it

And we will come back.


This is our moment,

I say.

It belongs only to us.

Treasure this for now.

And we will come back.


A soft smile and an easy word

How they love you all the more

for leaving them.

Even the slightest touch lives

when there is warmth in it.


But I stay alone now.

I won't dance,sing or even talk.

Dead words carry the deep taste of bile.

A taste that can't be spit out.

I no longer can summon charm

and I can't remember stories.

Old temptations

fail to stir.


Pass me by.


The D.J. holds a earphone to his head

listening to a cued song.

I'm filled with disgust.

Another empty gesture,

a rehearsed movement on a stage.


We are losing our small audiences

in this time of slow death.


no one will even bother to look.


Comments 8 comments

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blaise25 6 years ago from close to you...

another lovely piece Dark heart ;p

every song ends

while the music is still playing

feel the beat

sing to the tune

enjoy every rhythm of it

for the show may end soon...

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Dark Heart 6 years ago Author

Every song ends while the music is still playing.

I think that may be a deep thought Blaise.

Thank you so much.

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blaise25 6 years ago from close to you...

wow yeah, some words just come out from my head sometimes..maybe I should list 'em and make them my own quotes and inspiration LOL for I might forget 'em..

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Dark Heart 6 years ago Author

Good idea.

Such beautiful comments you make at times.

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chrismarva 6 years ago

Everything I've read of yours so far I've liked and I wanted you to know.

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Dark Heart 6 years ago Author

Thank you. I enjoy your work also.

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DREAM ON 6 years ago

I don't like d.j.'s that think they are better than you.Some just think they know it all.

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Dark Heart 6 years ago Author

You're right.The best D.J.s just please their audience as best they can. Sometimes that means playing music you personally don't care for.

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