It's a special kind of ******
what makes you shake like this
and yer feelin' quite certain
that you're seein' red curtains

so

"*******!" you exclaim
and then you pop a vein
and you rage and shake a fist
because you're just. that. ******.

but

In the end it ain't your doin'
to the people that yer screwin'
and everyone can go to hell and
hey! — yer just the one to tell 'em.

I'm all squinty-eyed this am (A.M.)
with a certain je-ne-sais-quoi
here,
in my brain,
today.

Strumblin' about, trippin' on stuff;
My body responds not as it should!
I'm in dire need of coffee or bacon or toast or ELECTROLYTES
(my friend assures me this is so).

Hands up! Who's all broken?
and disjointed
                         and confuddled
                                                     and hell — bedazzled!?

The sparkles in my eyelids won't go away
and-
I've-
had-
the-
hic-
cups-
since-
last-
night.

What a great time tho? I think...YES.

Later that day...
— Happy ***** Times!

Wasn't she the best ever?

I was always impressed with
her wit
her beauty
her intelligence
her charm.

It's too bad you never got married, eh?
I had a bit of a crush on her too!
She was a cutie.

I bet she was a good kisser, huh?
Was she a good kisser?
Do you remember kissing her?
Was it nice?
Pretty nice?
Are you worried that one day you'll forget what it was like?

Wouldn't that be sad?

He thinks she's gorgeous,
She hates his guts;
Together, it's love,
or close to such.

She's by herself,
He's with her;
Together forever,
or at least they infer.

It's gotta be love!
It's written in stone!
Because otherwise...
Otherwise — it's too cold to be alone.