Writer's Block: A Favorite Poem

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[Error: unknown template qotd]My Ruins

Nobody is going to ruin me
If I have to, I will ruin myself
I spent too much time
expending angelic energy on my own disintegration
to hand the contract over to another now
as if it were a finished painting
lacking only a signature

You are not going to get to me
You are never going to be with me
as once was
There will always be the poem
I will climb on top of it and come
in and out of time,
cocking my head to the side slightly,
as I finish shaking, melting then
into its body, its soft skin
is not a lie

I'm glad you are at peace
But everything you know leads to ruins
It's a neat trick,
my body rising above the city,
watching the boroughs recede
into blocks of pumice and amber, amethyst
It's a harder trick, turning love
that's lost to betrayal
into something beside bitterness
Into anything besides this rage

--Jim Carroll
Pools of Mercury