Stonehenge Poem by Robin Bennett

I find it hard-
to understand you sometimes.
Confusing and unforgiving,
in a Stonehenge sort of way-
We stand knee deep
swamped in failed intimacy.

Exhausted and senile-
from wounds of war
I hide, shoulder high
in a delicate depression
Eyes blurry and hungover
from binging on sadness-

You glare at the
nothingness of it all.
Two blue pills girl, I'd sure
hate to see you fall.
Peering through the madness-
invading my brain
I sense your utter
blindness.

My heart is a fading shade
of pink-
glass spun during
the great depression era
It feels aged.
You make no sense.
Like Stonehenge.