There is no shame in asking for help.
The abyss took him whole.
When busking in Central Park, a failed writer was high on heroin and asked me for a poem about ‘flattery’ but left before I could finish. While he was there, he was intentionally distracting me. He sang "Strawberry Fields" by The Beatles. He described the cool alleviation of putting a needle in your arm. That a pen would never come close. He was a violent and aggressive reflection of the worst version of myself. I feel as though the experience made me a better writer.
Butter me up
Nice and fat
Destructive.
Retract. Refile. Repeat.
I find myself in strawberry fields
Rolling with Lennon
In a glimmer
Elastic and eclectic.
Butter me up
Nice and fat
The fire below my feet
Condensation upon the soul
Butter me up.
I stay
And go away
Lost in a sentence
Lost in my sentence
Butter me up
Nice and fat.
I am delightful
I am damned
I am damaged
Butter me up
Nice and fat.
I am destructive.
I will destroy you
It is my nature
Butter me up
Nice and fat
Give me all the fucking lies
Tell me I am handsome
Beautiful and wise
Butter me up
Please, I beg you
I can’t look at myself anymore
Not with these painfully honest eyes
About the Creator
Ruben De Escapado
Most know me as a poet sitting on a park bench in Central Park. Writing poetry for strangers. Before that I lived a life and learned a few things. Now I listen to what the world had to teach others. Believe in yourself and be honest. Okay.
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