Sad

Sad because you don’t know why

Sad because I made a black painting

Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear

Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me

Sad because my will is incomplete and I don’t have a phone number handy

Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music

 

Sad because she knows

Sad because she is so mighty

Sad because she is so beautiful

Sad because she is so right

Sad because she is so tremendous

Sad because she is not here

Sad because she is not mine

 

Sad because a candle burns alone

Sad because I smell of smoke

Sad because I’ve been sold

Sad because my property went

Sad because

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.11.12.23:21:33 @ 296 New York City

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