Prometheus' Lament (reprint)

I don't need to write anymore. As long as the dominant emotions in my life relate to pain and loss I can just recycle my old stuff over and over.

Prometheus' Lament

You divorced yourself from my life
I'm paid an alimony of casual glances
In brilliant, drunken hours I know I'm right
While I pray on a rosary of discarded chances

But your children may feel they know me
And I secretly show the whole world my regret
It's a broken down theater with no place to be
Full of angels whose ghosts curse the day that we met

I'm bound to you
And wound all around you
I swear that it's true
And now that I've found you

I won't let you go again
without telling you I love you


12.16.00
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