I am man
A window to a need
Needing for self and a present.
The most ugly, horrific thing-
Infected with arrogance, full of it
Grease and dead shells,
A boil about to erupt, coming to a head-
A round, bald head,
Sad.
I picture a woman
A photograph of an eternity
Of rolling waves, curving lips
Flashing teeth, rosy tips,
A brilliant sail driving us forward
Can be and will be and should be at once.

Then hot, like a hearth, I am awakened.

Reds bloom in the sky as the black sun sets
Onto another day, another, another,
I burst, then am at peace.
I die, then am reborn.
I fall, and then am healed.
I am satisfied, but I need again.

My need is broken, it will not be sated.
I am self, man, woman, possibility-
But still out of reach, ever flighty-
Instead of growing, wuthering-
A dying flower, crippling-

I search and search to no avail,
My journey tries to break me.
No God came at my pitied hails,
No angels came to save me.

My blood like fire, I start anew,
This time I’ll reach the ending.
Temptation won’t send me askew
If God would not desert me.

I am man.

I am in His image-
And likeness is sameness-
A photograph can capture a memory
A memory can live on
And if He lives in me
Then I am He
If I am God
He can’t leave me.

Progression. That is a single goal.
Overwhelmed only by women,
But I have no temptations
I am not flawed
A woman is my means to an end
A half to my self
I must go forth and
Attain one.

Curating a woman is like fermenting a fine wine
Time, money, resources,
Coming together to make a perfection
An ephemeral experience
Sensationalism!
I am not in my right mind.
But, alas, it is over
Too soon, too soon,
Alcoholism’s no less real than metaphor
My heartbeat lags to hours in stupor
With nothing to stop the want for more
I’m no less needy than before.

I go onwards to eternity.