She held a bullhorn
To his ear
And being deaf
He could not hear.

And she decried
All of his wrongs
which to his ears
were lovers songs.

She cursed him
For his tardiness
To him, his head
she seemed to bless.

She cried he was a
lazy dog.
To him, she prayed
as though to God.

Stomach ulcers wait for me
acid reflux looms
Bloated Belly
Backend bother
Doctors waiting rooms.

And still I wolf down whiskey
and guzzle gassy stout
and wake at dawn
a can in hand
in the middle of a roundabout.

For whats the point of living
if living is a chore
some love life without drinking
I find I enjoy it more.

apparently, I have given you reason
  beyond reason to never
    call or speak to me again.
      did I break your heart for-
        ever more? leave you naked on the
          floor? all that you once trusted in me is
            gone. but
              he has somehow warmed your heart, so
                it must not have been taken from all lovers,
                  just away from me. a
                    kid, that's what I hear, and how
                      lovely she
                        must be, for you to
                          never mention her to me.
                            or maybe we were just kids ourselves? too
                              pure to be cruel, and to dumb to keep
                                quiet. and I
                                  really
                      ­              should stop
                                      trying to understand the past. to
                                        understand what always will be
                                          very vague. I hope our memories
                                            will leave you peaceful. buy your girl a
                                              xylophone and move on. I'm sure
                                                you could use the sleep.
                                                  zzzz...