Give me a spotlight
and donate applause,
because these songs
that I sing are about all
the love that I’ve lost.
And I know that you
think it’s just chords
and melodies, but it’s
more like an escape from
hell for me.
It’s more like therapy.
So please stay,
and drink,
and let me play you one more,
because I can’t go back
home to where I have to
sit in my sores.
Please.
Please.
Just clap for me,
and make me feel like
I’m not so fucking alone.
Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories.
His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.
View more posts
Puts me in mind of a bartender I knew. Unhappy, broken marriage, alone…was a star behind the bar-in the light; in the middle of the show. He’d keep us there till dawn just to not have to go home.
No, my new friend (“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”), you are not alone. Having read a few of your poems, I can see that you’ve got a hook into the pain that loving brings. You get it. You know what it’s like to feel left behind and to wonder how to find the way out of the darkness. Just don’t ever lose hope. You are very talented. That shows clearly in your words. Best to you, and thank you for following me. C.
You are not alone…make mine a double. 🙂
LikeLiked by 3 people
deal
LikeLiked by 2 people
Love it. I relate with this completely. All my art is an exscape from hell (in my head). Great peom 🤘 😈
LikeLiked by 2 people
thats why we need the art. thank you for reading
LikeLiked by 1 person
👏🏼
LikeLiked by 1 person
So honest and not wrapped up in pretty words and energy.. I like gut punch poetry..
LikeLiked by 1 person
thank you anthony. as always, i appreciate your comments
LikeLike
Sing one more, and take our loving energy with you, like an extra blanket in the cold gloom.
LikeLiked by 1 person
wow, that was a beautiful comment. thank you
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank goodness for our art and anonymous cyber-hugs and tips in an upturned hat.
LikeLiked by 2 people
right on
LikeLiked by 1 person
Puts me in mind of a bartender I knew. Unhappy, broken marriage, alone…was a star behind the bar-in the light; in the middle of the show. He’d keep us there till dawn just to not have to go home.
LikeLiked by 1 person
i feel the pain. thanks for the comment
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think you could easily turn that one into a song 😊 the rhythm is there. It sings to me.
LikeLiked by 1 person
i might have to give it a try. thanks
LikeLiked by 1 person
You should! Music can bring an other dimension to poetry.
LikeLiked by 1 person
right on
LikeLiked by 1 person
No, my new friend (“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”), you are not alone. Having read a few of your poems, I can see that you’ve got a hook into the pain that loving brings. You get it. You know what it’s like to feel left behind and to wonder how to find the way out of the darkness. Just don’t ever lose hope. You are very talented. That shows clearly in your words. Best to you, and thank you for following me. C.
LikeLike