The object of need
I want nothing more
Than to speak out unmoved by you
Miles away from the

Scent that is rumored
To fall from your shoulders
While cursing my luck with you
I'd swear not to change but I

Am dizzy in moonlight
Punch drunk in the firelight
Enraptured and confounded in
The words you let fall from the

Ledge of your lips
Bleeding loss as you shout at me
I never broke you
Yet you beg me to mend you but

My hands burn too easy
Touching faces of stars
Making fashionable mockery
Of all I have known still

The holiest moments
Exist between seconds
While the lights the city
Fade in the distance with

Thunderous fury
Blotting out life's importance
As the sounds of my heartbeat
Rise in my ears with

Murderous consequence
I feel myself changing
A face in God's mirror
That I've never seen before as

You stand above me
Laughing deep in impurity
Watching me drown in
Your method and madness knowing

You'll have what you want from me
Leaving ruin of symmetry
Remaining days until forever
The object of need….
 

I am very proud of this poem because of
its language and its unique structure that I have
never seen employed before.

I wrote it in Boston in August of 2000.

As best as I can remember, when I wrote it I was
thinking about seduction by the unlikely. I was also 
struggling with the thought of trying to fix things in life
(and people) - that you weren't even around when they 
broke- and the way you change as a result into someone
you can't recognize. It is either about that or I was pissed
the Red Sox lost and J.P. Licks, my favorite Ice Cream joint 
on Newberry St., was closed early.