It's ugly
The inside of a heart
Desperate
Shadows
Nooks and crannies pulsing
What a red and black thing
To move all by itself
Rhythmic but unfathomable
Warm but inhuman
The big bad meat at the centre
It doesn't stop, you know
Or
Sometimes it does
But it doesn't want to
It doesn't want to stop
It would bring the end of everything with it's hunger
And go on
Pumping
Like a stupid horny dog
Pumping at itself
Against everything else
What's it so angry about
To go on
Living like that?
It's doing it now
No one asked it to
Can't call that work
Can we?
And it's not recreation
What's it doing?
What does it want?
Will it come to rest
When it's finally satisfied?
Will it give up crying
And look around at all the friends that it has
That are happy enough
Just
Oozing
Just sitting still secreting?
Is it the only child
In the jumble sale of ourselves?
Is it too stubborn to shut up and go to bed?
I would call it an animal
But I know too well
It's mine
And all it's wants
Mine to see too
And all it's mess
My mess
And all it's songs
My songs
And all it's wholes
And empty parts
My own
I would call it a beast
A strange, flailing alien
But then I would have to call being
A stone
The inside of a heart
Desperate
Shadows
Nooks and crannies pulsing
What a red and black thing
To move all by itself
Rhythmic but unfathomable
Warm but inhuman
The big bad meat at the centre
It doesn't stop, you know
Or
Sometimes it does
But it doesn't want to
It doesn't want to stop
It would bring the end of everything with it's hunger
And go on
Pumping
Like a stupid horny dog
Pumping at itself
Against everything else
What's it so angry about
To go on
Living like that?
It's doing it now
No one asked it to
Can't call that work
Can we?
And it's not recreation
What's it doing?
What does it want?
Will it come to rest
When it's finally satisfied?
Will it give up crying
And look around at all the friends that it has
That are happy enough
Just
Oozing
Just sitting still secreting?
Is it the only child
In the jumble sale of ourselves?
Is it too stubborn to shut up and go to bed?
I would call it an animal
But I know too well
It's mine
And all it's wants
Mine to see too
And all it's mess
My mess
And all it's songs
My songs
And all it's wholes
And empty parts
My own
I would call it a beast
A strange, flailing alien
But then I would have to call being
A stone
( Alabaster dePlume )
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