the formerly wounded man behind wooded Brooklyn,
I am one of the foremost authorities on bleeding hearts
and then finding a way of making them better.
And while there is a lot of criminality
about the cool side of the pillow
and the emptiness of the mattress,
there's more of me in combining
the soberness of despair
and the somberness of wanton hope.
It's hope all the same
and, in time, it can be something fulfilling again.
It's almost a variation of standard depression
vs happy depression -
where the shit luck things that happened
(the beloved departing)
will all get washed out of the picture.