Can'T Even Name Her.

Just give me a hand
Just help me out
And the moon is just a
Big toenail right now
Poking through the sky
And the only star I see
Is faded and alone
And old
Nowhere near the bright
Nail of God
Just give me a hand
Just help me out
I don't have the answers
I ain't as sharp as I thought
Just give me a hand
I need the secrets
And the closest things
To a brother I have
Says my best aint good enough
And I don't trust him
And I wonder why
Just help me out
And the waitress
Brings me another cup of coffee
Please put something
Strong in it this time
I beg you.
It'll be our little secret
And the books lost their meaning
And the art sure as hell
Is
Suffering
Now.
Just give me a hand
And the light I see comes from the faded kitchen bulb
And my self respect takes the back seat
To the incescent tasks I do
I do'em to make everyone else happy.
And they're not.
Why has the moon
Treated that star with such neglect?
The only star in the sky
And I too am old
And I too am faded
And I jump through hoops
And the brothers
And the soul mates
And the loves
And the collegues
And the who's who
And the wind bags
And the moon that's cresent
And the lone star
Remind me
I'm not good enough.
Not even close
Just give me a hand
Just help me out
It's painful down here.

by matt fromm

Comments (2)

jeesum. hang in there. this was so beautiful, i wanted to reach through the computer screen and share a cigarette with you even though i don't smoke those, just so you wouldn't have to feel alone. the taste and style of this poem is a peice of art.
You must be joking, because this poem is good enough to have melted my heart right out of my chest. It's eloquent, and twisted and tangible, all your poetry is. I It's beautiful, and my hand is out for it. Xs and Os