We Hung

like moneys in the trees. Hung
like a weather-vane blowing in all
directions. Hung with love and affection. We
hung like a horse through borderline raging,

scratching, hitting, bleeding and ******
harassment. We hung like two skeletons
in the closet. Hung like my mother’s wash
on the clothes line that stretched from the

back porch to the forest. Hung like a 10-inch
***** that’s been pumped a trillion/zillions
times. But who’s counting! Hung like sassafras
and willows. Hung through breast cancer

and heart surgery-your wife/my son. Hung
like Clinton’s impeachment. Like a jury with
no inditement. Hung when I betrayed you
not once, but twice. Hung when I searched

your desk and your files. Hung like Japanese
lanterns into that dark night. Hung like
a man swinging in a noose for his crime. Even if he was
innocent.  Hung until his death. But his death so inspired.