God Of Wine Poem by Scott Stevenson

that's where to begin when
you're talking about being alone, in the numbness
that's a dark velvet background
and all you need is one reason for it

that's why this might be confusing for you to hear
that's why the summer surrounds us
that's why beautiful people smoke cigarettes
why i've died a thousand times

why, when, or where you want to destroy me
is the key to my gruesome end,
why i waste energy believing it
that's why the god of wine sings me to sleep,
burns my eyes when i watch for your sign,
or crashes on my car glass
like waves of blood on the walls of my mind

that's why we kill what we kill,
that's life and how it turns on everyone
that's why planets die when i touch them
it's no good trying to pretend
that i'm good for you...
not on paper where i find it easy
not in music as i sicken myself
or in plain speech where
the words do their own damage
not with him flying around me
that's why animals dream at night
for certain if i know so much:
it's no good trying
to give