Blackout Poetry Notes

What a Life

What a life!
There are still kind people
in this world - together,
we deserve to have it all.

His soul gazed
into her eyes.
Was that poetry?

I need a little
fucking poetry.

Sometimes, in my mind,
the warm dark loneliness
was the most poignant
form that I felt.

Sun-strained and in love,
all I could think of
was how I was free.
Pour me a last drop
of that summer.

The inexhaustible
song of light was indefinable
and vaguely recognizable
if I had only heard it in words.

Reality is black and white,
but I rebel
against the opinion that
my selfish complex
is hypocritical.

He seemed real
but I won't leave in the middle of
my plot
and recover after
he walked out.

In the darkness, the glowing cigarette
was traveling
slowly
to a mouth smiling
in youth.

You want time to paralyze
into your own private little pool
where your mind
is capable of security.