sat by the ocean

zevon trevu

I lay my tongue
upon words I do not like the taste of
I set my hands
down on concrete paths that burn my skin
I cry my tears
onto leather-padded parchment
and for what?
for who?
why am I doing this?

this endless doingness has brought me exhaustion and pain
this endless nothingness has proven there is nothing to gain
do you fear me, my stars, do you fear me?
my stars, I hope you don't fear me for what I was.

although, you should err on the side of caution
when dealing with who I am now.

I fear not God,
I fear not man,
I fear not darkness,
I fear not you.

I do not fear anything
except the prospect of pain
and once that is overridden
you are done for.

I lay my tongue
upon words I do not like the taste of
I set my hands
down on concrete paths that burn my skin
I cry my tears
onto leather-padded parchment
and for what?
for what has this all been?

am I doomed to walk across hot sands forevermore,
without a hint as to why?
is my job to break the mold,
or to reshape it?
do I even have one?

is there a job I can do that will bring me happiness?

sometimes all I can muster
are passing interests in things
that aren't exactly passing,
but aren't exactly heated,
either.

I don't know why I'm afraid,
or what I'm afraid of.

hunger tethered me to the spot then.
and now,
now that I am well fed on advice and clear knowing and clear feeling,
I have nowhere to go.

won't you tell me your address?
won't you invite me inside?
it's storming out here,
I need someplace warm to reside.

I don't care who you are
or what you come from
I just need your love
together, we can't be lonesome.

overstep me.