Meg Darling, I’m Coming Home From The Museum, Pissed Poem by Max McGovern

Meggy darling
Diamond dear
These diamonds are my greatest fear.

Filthy, fingered
Fine and pure.
Dust and image,
Dust and sure.

I can
not feel.
There’s wind in place
I see it stops
It has a face.

Then resume
Presumptions made
I’ve
stepping off-ed,
I’m
off-ed in trade.

There is a presence.
Diamonds near.
A heat conductor
Earthen tear.

Tearing tearing
Bits away
Leading and then left
Astray.

An ashtray
Holds a cigarette
I wage a war
To win a bet.
But betting doesn’t work when all you talk to is the ants.

There’s a tree and there’s a tire,
Oh I’m feeling now.
I’m tired.

Once I’m selling
Once I'm bought
Tell me twice then that I’m fired.

Fired up and figured out
You can sit right there and pout
But I’ve got projects, I’ve got places
Things
to go
and time
and see.

If you’d like then you could follow
Just a shadow can’t you see?
That prevents the greater purpose
Follow what? there is no “me.”

Just a punctuated thought
And I’m sold and fired and bought
Ah I hate the misconceptions,
Getting older than I thought.

Time is only an illusion
Like the sense you get from air.

I am walking back to nothing
But there was never nothing there.