[A poem of projection, for someone I was in close
proximity to, but never really knew]]
Accept me as I am
From a heart that’s sometimes lost
The conditions you resent from me
Come with a personal cost.
If I could change myself, I’d do it
But my habits have me caught
Vietnam has damaged me
In the chaos that it brought
Science says adrenaline
My body quick releases
Has forged engramic memories
From which I go to pieces
The alcohol seems to calm me
Pushing memories aside
It takes me up to Heaven’s Gate
For which I need no Guide.
The problems that I seem to bare
Vanish with each drink
Brings me closer, ever closer
To where I needn’t think.
The fact that I abandon you
As my conscious mind lets go
Is an accident of the process
Not intentional, ya know?
6/30/07 10:28 am