Kid,
You’re only as
Special
As the wallet from
Which you came –

The scrotum
Of poor investments
That made life
So incredibly
Wrong,

Whose existence
Failed
To give back
Beyond what breaths
Not taken

Bore words
Undeniably fruitless
Despite
How much
They say.

I’m not worthy
Of silver rings
Or some vow
No faith
Could promise

At the hands
Of decent persons
Sharing love
Which God
Demeans,

With each dream
I always chase
Thinking verse
Tells more
Than worship

Where devotion
Proves prodigious
Through this flesh
Entwined
Like lies –

A gift
Believed inside
Open mouths
Whose questions
Linger,

Wasting efforts
Building friendships
Over decades
Bound
By loss.

How romance
Grows undone
Learning bodies
Fail
Their purpose

Long before
Such chances settle
On which moment
Fate
Gives birth.

I swear
Its proof persists
Among hearts
Now finding
Answers,

Spreading poems
Between hoaxes
Shedding light
While darkness
Calls

Dead men wishing
Feelings blast
Within veins
Collapsed
From traumas

Hiding needs
All humans cherish
If addictions
Seem
Less hard.

Though perhaps
These phrases last
Even when
Raw passions
Dawdle

Upon waiting
For permissions
We assumed
Our parents
Said,

Pounding futures
Into dust
Knowing debt
Killed more
Than kindness

But demolished
Any semblance
And desire
To have
Sex.

– J. Pigno