octopus
whirling
and
whirling
and the stars are a hazy blur
turning
and
turning
and my arms are numb
wind through strands of black
screams from afar
primal
somebody yelling
an anonymous I love you
somewhere in the crowd
cannot turn a head
it hurts
and the octopus continues
whirling
and
whirling
and the thoughts in my head
are a hazy blur
turning
and
turning
and my mind is numb
another anonymous I love you
with a name
it's mine
but it's not real
and the octopus continues
whirling
and
whirling
and everything is reduced
to a blend of darkness
the vast twinkling lights
the thoughts in my head
turning
and
turning
and my mind is even number
than my arm
clinging to cold rusty metal
as if for dear life
perhaps
for dear life
another I love you
with a name
mine
but unreal
why do people say things
they don't mean
or maybe they do
just not the way you want them to
but still
and the octopus continues
whirling
and
turning
and
whirling
and
turning…
into oblivion.