Blackout Poetry Notes

I Never Did

I didn't want him
to kiss me.
I don't love him.
I never did.
I deluded myself,
made him into a new man -
not a human, fallible being.

The rhythm of life
wailed blues
with this low, sweet fever,
blown around the
twilight universe.

I must confess,
my writing is important
for my soul.

He found himself
breathless
with her curious mouth and
overwhelmingly aware
of every minute.

Colourless days
make me want the
light in New York.

I blindly love him -
with a
burning, helpless love.

The roaring
void of the universe
is a lonesome romance
of melted, molten stars
standing in the light.

Her smell in my bed
the night before
was the
beginning
of my jealousy.

Do not sit
instead,
run madly
in a crowd of busy people.
It is so easy to drift
and rush, or rather,
flail
in aimless routine.

Learn to resist
how you compare with others,
and be gentle,
you have a right to be here.