Lewis Warsh


Not a person, but a depression:
is there a difference? My friends
are my raiments & claim insistence
for my health, which (according
to Plato, not her or him) some toxic
substance endears me to write

So I'll sing not of what love means
but getting older only seems like
love if two people meet on the
other side

As if someone died, & in my desire
disappeared, swallowed up (alive)
for the sake of conviction--it's
always more convenient to die & return
to life, to accept the limits of
resistance (undefined)--& delete

erase her name, as if 'from my life'--
a spark of life went out
before its time