as love too much or love in vain
or a wrong chord sung in ecstasy
say oh god my tone deaf
partner and it sounds like opera
to me
write me poems leave them in lipstick on my back
I will stand in the mirror and crane my neck
take keys and scribe my vette
stick icepicks in my tires
me and my new love watched
naked inside while peeping out
the window
both of us had been there
before
I hate you hurt but ****, life
is sometimes
hard