August at Midnight

I’m never alone

I talk to myself endlessly

My company

Men who I’ve seen

The ones I know of

But don’t know so well

I can make them be

Whoever I need them to be

In that moment

That instance

A friend

An admirer

Another victim who will fall flat

Seems like but is not

What I imagine

So now I only imagine

The yearning is much more sweeter

And wetter than the getting

‘Desire me’ I speak with my eyes

I dare you to

But there’s really no one there

Empty notifications echo

In an endless tomb

For whatever the reason

I’m left to my own devices

No wonder I’ve went

Cuckoo

My space my place

My freedom

displaced my whole life

Until I built my own

One piece of scrap at a time

The coziest little place I ever did see

Always an adventure

Full of life and zest and magick

Mystery fills the air

But there’s no one to witness this

Besides me and my son

Our days uncaptured by anyone

A special someone to share

A life

But I can’t take the risk

Of losing myself in the abyss

Of space less things

So I’ll carry my many men

In my head

And bring them out to play

When it suites me best