Random Radiation Poem by moon batchelder

it's not your moodiness that offends..
it's the tongue-click annoyance you infuse
into the ethers,
onto things that you touch...

it's the personal exaspiration,
aired...but never spoken.
the private self-hatred you project onto others
so you wont have to know,
that it's you that fills you with
disgust.

i didn't come here to live with you,
my friend,
to tip-toe cross your mine fields.
i came to give you love.
i came because....

it matters not now, why...
i cannot stay, you see.
i have no cataracts on my eyes
through which to view
your lonely soul's chernobyl.

no scaly armor on my heart
to shield against such
random radiation.