Oh boy I hope you know,

That I feel so comfortable behind your door,

You let me take off my clothes,

Oh boy, I hope you know.

But my boy, please understand,

How hard it is to meet your demands,

You are so much for me right now,

Understand that for others,

It’s not something you can just command.

You knowww vulnerability’s an issue for me.

Why bring it up, why push to its edge,

You need to see, Blake,

That it’s possible that we aren’t meant to be.

You know I love you,

We were something true,

You opened me up to something I never knew,

But time passes and so does a feeling,

And I’ll be honest, this feeling is fading.

We passed by,

Our window was great,

But you go do your passion,

I’ll continue my fate.


I’m very convincing.

The ringing of doubt,

That electrifies the air.

I inhale and exhale,

A laminated reality.

With sharp irises,

And annoyedeyes,

With judgement and resentment,

And aggravated sighs.

My mouth moves,

In front of my mind,

A terminal use,

For my third eye.

These people resent me and hate me,

And everything I do,

There is a ringing screaming reality,

That reinvents what is true.


Blindsided by blindness. God I can be so hypocritical. Bright blue streaks, like dry paint strokes on a porous white canvas. Then stars and flashes of yellow. That’s how you feel to me.

Your love is usually red like one of those valentine chocolate cases, in which the chocolate feels…


Woke up not from a dream,

But a reality.

I thought about thinking,

About the composition of thought,

The physical material.

My earthly presence,

My entire experience,

Is pink.

Shelled by white,

A squishing ball of me,

Connections and synapses.

Right here,

I am now,

I am me.

Nothing but a slimy chemical miracle.


Oh, these bastards,

I will cave in until it passes,

Oh, how resentful,

Stand up,

Let us fight and die.

Maybe,

Understand,

Let the sand evaporate from our blood.

To die on him,

Is a second death.

Oh, but these,

but these,

Red cheeked,

Round mouthed,

Oh,

These fucking cazzi.


Realized it was a chemical,

Arranged it on the page,

Saw it’s true face.

I’m Shaggy, Scooby-Doo,

Yank, zoink, I pull the lever,

Fear drops through the hell-bound door in the ground.


A humming violin,

In the center of every chest,

A string,

A note,

Its sounds holds your soul.

My frequency,

Long heard by anyone,

(Only me,

Yes only me for now.)

It yearns for a symphony.

Phony to ask?

I’ll sing I’ll dance,

What part of me,

Will give me a chance,

To hear a chorus of music?

I’ll sell my songs,

Tune my notes,

I’ll play guitar,

I’ll learn to tap on wood,

Please, let me be yours!


I made two intentional mistakes,

They broke my day,

Closet lust I opened and pursued.

When I arrived back from the travel,

After the heat had combust,

All I thought of was you.

The kisses and your giggles,

Nodding no with my nose on your belly,

Sleeping steadily with you right next to me.

These tourists of my body,

They don’t know its mechanics,

Its levers and buttons.

Not that I’d even allow them to.

I’m someone who roots in trust,

My body more than a machine,

Liquid and hard rubber.

My body won’t reciprocate with strangers,

It’s foreplay is love,

It’s lust is compassion.


The kids were ducking behind rust,

Brown heads bobbing,

I calling out to them,

Giggles turning to whisper.

Behind me,

You and the Sicilian girl,

I was prowling,

You two were gossiping.

Talking of cross-overs in your lives,

Walking past shivering peppermint,

I could already see the weeds I’d pulled,

Sprouting with excitement around it.

I wanted to brag about you,

To her,

But you were doing it for me,

How proud, how proud I was.

You, yourself, an independent man,

Independent from me,

You have your own story,

But you were still mine.


Oh boy I hope you know,

That I feel so comfortable behind your door,

You let me take off my clothes,

Oh boy, I hope you know.

But my boy, please understand,

How hard it is to meet your demands,

You are so much for me right now,

Understand that for others,

It’s not something you can just command.

You knowww vulnerability’s an issue for me.

Why bring it up, why push to its edge,

You need to see, friend,

That it’s possible that we aren’t meant to be.

You know I love you,

We were something true,

You opened me up to something I never knew,

But time passes and so does a feeling,

And I’ll be honest, this feeling is fading.

We passed by,

Our window was great,

But you go do your passion,

I’ll continue my fate.

Blake Albano

Writer

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