Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

The Lust of a Misanthrope

by Richy Campbell

Chairs in a room,
I'm facing away
Conversation aims to bring from-
I say nothing.
This light is far too bright,
there's too many people, there is too much noise
There is not enough of nothing.
 
Shakes start,
bang head off a wall till eyes blur and roll
Lost all sense, destructive for control
 
I'd like to talk, you interest me
But you're thinking of some other,
It's ok- I'm guilty too, thinking of someone else,
Myself.
Attempt, explain- I covey
Yet shame and pity battle for prominence in what you say
 
And wasn't that just your life, so flash close your  eyes.
So funny, so laughable
So you.
Wasn't that just your life
 
I want a room, I want...
I want you
I want a candle, I...
I want you.
I want you.
The lust of a misanthrope,
you don't understand
I want you
I want.
You.
 
 

Added: 14.02.2009

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