Drive
I drove parallel
To a funeral train
We snaked our way
To an obscure grave
I was pulled along
Quite without my will
In my memory
I remain there still
-me

I drove parallel
To a funeral train
We snaked our way
To an obscure grave
I was pulled along
Quite without my will
In my memory
I remain there still
-me
~ by April on July 30, 2021.
Posted in Death, Humanity, Loss, Love, Poetry
Tags: beauty, Burial, Death, Death Drive, Drive, Freud, Freudian, Funeral, imaginary, lacan, Lacanian, Poetry, Pull, Real, Ritual, Sex Drive, Symbolic, The Real