waking in my
Empty tombstone

bed my *****

picked clean,


my temper

tested and

left to it's

madness.


the unbalance

thoughts of

your leaving.


holes in my front shirt

pocket, where I used

to keep all my secrets

of you.


the tasty ones,

without equal,


the scent of  you

around me now feeling

like hell's wrath.


I saw you with him

last night,


him taking the place of my

kisses stealing the flickers of

starlight from your eyes.


but it was not

me and I must

swear that to

oath from

now on,


it will never be

me again.


I am an old photograph

with nothing to

do in your

heart but fade.


an old song that will never

be able to change it's

tune.


and your  love

will never find me

here again.


with my

pants dropped

down below

my knees.


But the newspaper

will still come to

christen my

cobble porch

tomorrow


and in the afternoon

the trash flies will come to

be scattered and picked up

by four,


on this slow news day.


as my bones turn to grey

and my heart can ask for

nothing more.


than to stand

in love's
broken corners

alone.