Coke and Sympathy
"You will kill yourself over these thoughts,"
Keye Luke told me this morning.
He is right,
but the taste of the Martian soil
is in me and will not let me
see anything else.
It is not dishonor
that worries me.
My fear is my own.
I hope to awaken some day
and you will be standing
in the door and you will
understand me you will let me
hold your hands and have you.
Keye Luke will only smile
at this vision.
"Damn it," I tell him,
"this will all be true
or I will have to die,
you know this."
He is usually a good friend.
He reassures me.
Keye Luke told me this morning.
He is right,
but the taste of the Martian soil
is in me and will not let me
see anything else.
It is not dishonor
that worries me.
My fear is my own.
I hope to awaken some day
and you will be standing
in the door and you will
understand me you will let me
hold your hands and have you.
Keye Luke will only smile
at this vision.
"Damn it," I tell him,
"this will all be true
or I will have to die,
you know this."
He is usually a good friend.
He reassures me.
Labels: Alison Gaughan, Keye Luke
posted by As Bjorn at 4:43 PM
1 Comments:
You do a very nice job of capturing the ragged anxiety that comes with dark thoughts. Everybody has them, and I've come to the conclusion that since the Osburn clan feels everything so strongly anyways, ours crop up profoundly. Friends of mine often complain of my "moods", which I don't get in very often, but when I do I generally retreat into my bedroom and wait out the evening, like weathering a tornado in the basement. In any case, you have probably had many more of these than I have but I like to think I understand a bit of where you come from. This is either a testament to heredity, or a measure of how well you convey dark thoughts. I'm gonna go with number two and bring this comment round full circle.
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