Furtherless

Its just so cold to be called by another's name
When what you want
what you need,
is your own.

It's not hard to make games of constellations

While you are alive
you hold your head, a knife in the sky
and you say
Where do I go?
This better just be intermission

But maybe,
Life is furtherless
The vessel of choice I have become will suffice for now.

(c) 2008 Joe Asbridge