How
do you undo a headfuck?
I
don't know, maybe
You
walk down a hundred memory lanes
Ducking
into darkened bars
Designed
by vampires
And
sit and drink and think
How
did the underworld come to know of this?
How
does every venue I enter
Immediately
represent my state of mind?
It
is as if this city is reading me
Not
just my wants and desires
But
those things I want to shut down and hide.
What
gives such a diaspora of lives
Such
cunning and such insight?
I
tell you, this place has a mind of its own.
I
could stand here, dick in hand,
Shouting
her name to cold night air
And
it would echo back to me, then and there.
All
because I saw her, she who was gone,
In
a dimly lit room, and she smiled,
Like
we were total strangers...
How
do you undo that?
What
the heart felt?
What
we shared?
Was
I ever loved by her?
Was
I ever there?
©
shaun patrick green 2017
