Monday, October 23, 2017

Try a little tenderness

there’s always
that constant struggle
to keep
the tenderness alive
after listening
to the radio news
over a bowl
of cornflakes
and
that first cup
of extra-strong coffee

rapes
murders
crazy motherfuckers
killing for their stupid
GOD

tender
is the tenderness
that rests within the soul
so fragile
is the heart when so often
left alone

and now…

well now with broken
back
one pours
another cup of coffee
while contemplating
jerking-off
to images
of a better world
…a world
where beauty is real

but my hand is
limp
and
the coffee is cold

and
so it goes…

© Harry Rout 2017