Futility And Other Friends

And what to do when only Sadness remains,

when the conversations lose their meaning

and Bitterness smiles smugly

from across the room.

I avoid his eyes, of course,

but I can feel him watching me anyway,

catch him smirking, “I told you so,” in the mirror.


Yes what to do

when the Party’s over and only Sadness still remains,

while Friendship ended up leaving early

and crashing at some body else’s place.

And mute Irritability clatters platters

too loudly in the kitchen,

like the shallow prattle of strangers

exchanging banalities for Christmas.

While all you want to do is go Home,

but, just like your car keys,

you’re no longer exactly sure

where that might be.


So then Soldier.

What to do when only Sadness remains,

chain-smoking cigarettes, carving

the names of lost lovers in the kitchen table,

leaving neat autographs of her lips in lipstick

on the edge of crystal glasses?

Take her home with you.

Just take her home, get drunk

and take the Bitch to Bed,

and in the morning when you wake

she will have gone,

all that will be left will be the faintest imprint

of her head on the pillow,

and the ghost of her scent in the air.


Rev wishes you a merry solstciefLAME


lets roll Jpig


nov flyer single



The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet,

President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity

and an ordained Minister of several shadowy cults

whose legal structure was drawn up as a tax dodge.

Oh well..



~ by reverendhellfire on November 30, 2014.

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