I divorced my 7 siblings blinded by bylines rabid dogs snapping at lies from the usual Headlines The sacred cows. NYTimes, Washington Post, NPR, CNN, MSNBC, Mother Jones. We're in a ceramic fishbowl drowned upside down bones flushed down a toilet bowl.
We spent our pain on us in for a penny in for a pound. Married pregnant in our sin teenage hubris will astound in the summer of love again ripe naked ******* are found. The vows made are abandoned shame my constant companion new love stillborn in manger guilt's madness constant danger.
I'm 72 and I'm drunk and fearless and still think I'll live forever even though I know I'd be the first one and all my friends are dying and I can't play checkers alone or take trips down memory lane by myself.
You can't read my mind. You've no idea what it's like being close to you. I'm stunned by your beauty. Your laugh infects me. Your wild hair brings me to my knees in adoration. I cower in fear of my love. I'm quiet. I'm distant. I dream of you that night. I write this.
You can't read my mind. You've no idea what it's like being close to you. I'm stunned by your beauty. Your laugh infects me. Your wild hair brings me to my knees in adoration. I cower in fear of my love. I'm quiet. I'm distant. I dream of you that night. I write this.
I'll just look the other way let you steal my night and day silence my words I need to say a broken life I'll always pay. I'll **** me as an afterthought piece of meat you never bought from a butcher I never caught my beauty you always sought.
Naked burned in my memory I draw your beauty perfectly. You ask if I would stay Sunday Times crossword we will play. Wake Monday sleet grey day. Cash only when I leave to pay.
We broke the Tick or the Tock. Not sure which but time has never been on time ever since. The world's out of sync. We were as one in love. You speak in whispered echos from shadows now. I barely hear or see you anymore. I dream of you perfect. One of us is dead without the other.
I drink to enjoy a time without judgement. Happy hour is a sacred time to dim my past. I float above the pain, guilt and unforgiving. All is as it should be. Sleep, dream at last.
I embrace your sorrow. I recognize it as my own. I know your sunken cheeks of hunger as I know mine. I think poor and I think humble but proud, fierce not looking for a fight but demanding respect.
Before I understood love when I had crushes on girls and teachers I fell in love with Elizabeth Squires. She has a kindness few of us have. She encourages us in the trenches. She is Aphrodite and Joan of Arc.
Free! I won't have to walk the dogs. I won't have to put the garbage out. I won't worry if I can sleep or not. Am I a drunk? Doesn't matter now. The guilt that hangs heavy like moss from the branches of my soul is gone.
If I had a cat I'd call her Quincy. If I had a wife I'd call her Jayne. If I had a mistress I'd call her up. If I had a dog I'd call him Rusty. If I could love I'd have a heart of silk just filled with sawdust.
Is my love a weak whisper? Is it silent in our loud lives? You are my contrarian. My trusted advisor. You mean more to me than you'll ever know. If I owned the earth I'd make you King. If I owned my heart I'd make you Queen.
I'd build a symphony for you. I'd strum folk songs of our love. You'd hear your song on radio and tell your friends but they wouldn't believe you anyway. You would hum it all day long.
I was hatched into this life. Egg and ***** agreed to share a place together. Happy father and mother. Parenting is hit and miss Carousel brass ring another broken thing. What else can I bring?
It's coming through a hole in the sky It's decadence from back in the day It's coming through a crack in the wall It's debauchery and she's here to stay. A time to live and a time to be our time it might not fit just right but will do for our never mind and who really cares we found our perfect paradise for us two.
I've been unlucky in love. I will be rich when I make a risky bet on a new innovation. Trust new love because you're near 70. Just grab for the brass ring one more time and remember to take your blood pressure meds and ******. Update your will.
I don't want to be cruel to the innocent fool and innocent lamb. I hate the me I am. I set the jackals loose in hangover noose scare the grand kid scar his heart I did.
I hate its expectations demands and frustrations tired drools and snores and all the ****** bores wandering eyes are trouble divorce broke kids in rubble.
I hate me. I don't know why. I want to live in a cocoon forever. I won't hurt you again. I'm a live love grenade never in it for the long run just a night or two and watching you go into love's harsh fog. I'm a live wire in a storm.
I have a dog who seems content with life. I don't think he wonders why he's here. He doesn't seem interested in math or science. He seems more interested in licking himself. He loves smelling every **** thing on a walk. He pees on things like he's flipping the bird. He doesn't worry about bills or taxes or politics. He doesn't watch the TV except Animal Planet. I know someday he'll die and we will weep and envy his ignorance or wisdom, unsure which.
I have bouquets of poems for you. They unlock your heart's secrets. Open your eyes and read deliverance. Please understand a mad poet's love. I write of your pain and loss and battles you fought and nearly won.
People should never have to love in the shadows. They should kiss fiercely in noon's sun on a bench in a crowded park! Be well my friend!
You're sleeping with your new shadow in the bed we bought at IKEA and blessed with our ******* and swore it was just ours. I sleep in my bed growing up. I miss us. The crucifix on the wall haunts my dreams with you bleeding to death in his broke arms.
I'm God ****** tired of bearing the burden of all the failed lovers over the years. I fell in love with Snow White and we kissed. Blah blah blah it ended with migraines tears.
Please just leave. I don't want to hurt you. Love is quicksand and riptides so cruel. Run for your life! I'm just love afraid. It never dies quick. It will slowly fade.
This poem is born from the same inkwell as Koko the Clown who climbed the stairs endless nights coming for my innocence as I was still beneath my blankets. They all come for my purity. I gave it away at 11 to a Vargas pin-up girl. I faux loved women who never stayed my fantasy and I took forever to breakup so I wouldn't hurt them but always did. Dismounting is always painful.
People study me like a Picasso two heads and eyes to match all on one side inside a lasso some kind of legality catch. I stare at you in your seat sip your wine at noon's show I'm frozen for you no retreat I stare you stare we both know.
Not a ******* second before. I waste my life day to day but breathing is precious and I miss my family and love wine and **** and breakfast and lunch. I hope I die in Jayne's arms.