we both knew
before it began
you picked him
for his insignificance.
his only talents,
playing the new age sensitive guy
and destroying marriages.
tho it turns out
you're pretty skilled yourself.
I smiled when
,as easily as our marriage,
you dropped him in the landfill you call your past
when he'd served his purpose.
And yes, that's a petty satisfaction of sorts
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
If this is the path
to enlightenment
someone please
show me the trail
marked ignorant bliss!
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
I’m sorry
I just wasn’t up to
the emotional dishonesty
and psycho-drama
required to ****** you
and give you your excuse
to tell the world, later
how you were disappointed
again
by another man
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
i wondered
in that world-changing first glance
what would it be like to
wake to such beauty
each morning
sleep in your graceful presence
at night
and live a dream
every day
now that i know
i keep hoping
for a graceless outburst
a moment of callous judgement
some random act of cruelty
so i could know that
maybe, just maybe
i could survive
missing you
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
there is this certain house
call it the beach house
once a well-worn respite,
it's quaint disrepair no longer charms
sands that once barely dared
brush against the steps
victory dance over the porch
and through the warped, unclosed door
as it hangs nearly unhinged
passersby notice
much as hazy eyed prostitutes
stare thru effete johns
from that absent mind place
where it wouldn't occur
to look inside
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 3:20 PM UTC
some days
it's enough
to go from horizontal
to
v
e
r
t
i
c
a
l
feed the kids,
kick them out
and find some one thing,
worth doing
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
i don’t
have hope
for recovery
tho i'll understand
the miracle of
holding your head in my hands
and the subversive joy
of buying your ticket
coach class to Iran
to pick up some saffron
and maybe some new friends
amidst opposition
from those that love you
and want to keep you safe
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
so when you
tried your best
to **** up my life,
was it because i
didn't find out what i was missing
when you told me what
a sweet piece of ***
i was missing
or because you said it?
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 2:48 PM UTC
falling to pieces
does not make you a victim
falling to pieces takes courage
'lashing out'
(as you called it),
at what they did
or didn't do,
or said
or didn't say,
or thought
or didn't think,
or whatever you expected
and didn't get,
does.
and you wear victimhood
like a seething samurai's honed sword
raining relentless, remorseless
flesh wounds of projected guilt
grasping to the hilt
the illusion
that your self-satisfying slashes
are self inflicted suicides
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
love blooms each morn...
[how am i supposed to write the quintessential love poem when the short, dumpy, plain girl at
the next table
desperately, too loudly interjects her
placating ‘wows!’, ‘awesomes!’ and ‘that’s amazings!’
into every stunted breath-pause in the stun gun voiced,
spine stabbing soliloquy
spewing
from the hirsute parody she followed in.
as if volume and volume somehow trump tepid, vapid content
tho it might have been interesting that
“this one time, ginsberg ****** in your mouth” if you had had the ***** to swallow it
but you spit it out you coward
and so, bored and ******
i remembered
ginsberg wasn't into hairy
or three year olds
or hairy three year olds] where was i
... like a glory
awakens to the sunlight in your smile
and the gentle breeze
of your sleeping eyes
Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 8:39 AM UTC