Barren
Walls.
You are a hollow man
Made of hollow bones
In the hollow heart
Of a hollow host
On a hollow road
Just south of here.
You are all the empty bottles
I purse my lips over.
I make sad songs out of you.
My breath enters you;
Prays revival over your lungs.
You never expand.
You stay resolute.
You board up
Your windows and doors.
You won't let me in from the storm.
I was never that much to you.
I lie naked on the table of the surgeon.
You carve out my insides with a spoon.
You touch my skin
Over and over again.
You leave.
You press your mouth into me
Over and over again.
You leave.
You carve away
Until I am
Hollow
Just like
You.
