I'm lying on a hospital bed
for being unwanted.
The cancer racing through my veins
is everything that I've been trying to find.
No more kissing in the car.
No more undivided time.
Ah...I think it's the lorazepam
doing the talking,
and her doing the thinking.
I didn't know her name then,
but I do now: Jenny.
Dreams of a first kiss,
would I miss it for the world?
Jenny's my dream girl,
and she's in the same hospital.
I was a foster kid that no one wanted,
which burst bubbles of a revisionist future,
looking back at memories that explode
under a thought, not a feeling.
I crashed into reality
with a tired head—full of crushed rocks.
I washed my fears with her tears
and exploded my self-doubt with our first kiss,
kissing, she loves me knots to death.
Too lonely to die.
Too brave to die.
Too cowardly to live.
Too loving to die.
I'd waltz across the room,
but my body won't carry me,
twisting the knife in my guts
with pins.
This IV keeps reminding me
of my mistakes, keeping me alive
because I've got kissing to do.
The lonely position of neutral
grinds on my nerves as I start
treating my bald head with lotion
and getting ready to take my last breath
and taste my last kiss under a thought,
not a feeling.
Am I going to die or pass away?
I can see color,
and the smell of Jenny's skin
has never been so sweet.
My head fogs, crashing into love
at first sight.
A kiss on my lips forms a thought
under a feeling.
Crashing into parked cars on Sundays.
Flashing roses under a kiss,
not a breath.
Crashing sideways into neutral aggregation.
Keeping a dream alive without hope exposes
the truth of my youth.
The lonely position of neutral sings
a dream under a thought, not a feeling.
The truth of my youth exposes the failures
of my mother.
Jenny looked at me and bit her tongue.
I bet the thought of kissing the wind,
missing her lips and watching a chick flick.
Fuck this shit. I can't die.
I slammed my eyes open.
Jenny's kissing my lips
as if her last breath were drawing near.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...