Objets d' Affection
Autumn rain glazes my bare arms
Like icing on a cake you'll never taste.
Salivate, don't satiate,
Better to want
Than to have.
Lust alive, fantasize, but
Better to want
Than to have.
Take your place at my side,
We've arrived to attend
A funeral for my muses,
All of you, all of them,
Unworthy, ungrateful
Objets d'affection.
No matter,
Splitter-splatter,
Downpour slows its chatter
To drawling drip-drops
That cascade off the tops
Of leaves from trees above
And land upon my cheek
Where tears should be and aren't.
No warrant for emotion,
Poison's long since been bled out,
Black ink assaulting innocent paper,
Crimes of others transcribed by my hand.
A mad man births
A mad woman births
A life of bad decisions,
The death of good revisions,
And every stabbing second in between
Is numbed into submission.
Better to want
Than to have.
by Britt Warner