LONESOME
GERALD BLANCHARD
I lost my mind deep in silence. With
Others. Bend your soul. Did you mean
those kindly chosen words and yet…
Did you ever think of me beyond your walls?
(sighs)
Now, trapped in the kingdom. Ardor Dominion.
Our years went by. Lost in illusion. Spasm
moments. Heal wounds, break plot lines.
(wistful)
Nicknames, late nights. Spending time with
your sounds. Forgotten dreams, sweatpants.
Was I ever your man?
(looks away)
Said my name in a way I liked. Cute.
Was it our last night? Burned my spine,
created hesitancy, windshields.
That horizon.
(pause)
Remote landscapes, hair in a gust. Tugged
at my shades, it was night. Keep the bad
dreams away, you say. Taste of vanilla on
those lips, called me your baby boy.
(smiles)
Inferior, under your muscle,
I imagined you as an outline, really,
That had holes to fill.
(concerned)
What you told me last night.
Was it real? A sound, a whisper.
Of us fighting for those nights
Where we felt like different people.
GERALD LEWIS BLANCHARD 