Do you know how much I suffered as a wife as a result of your frequent forays into the mystic world to compose your mystical poetry, which gave me little physical or emotional comfort?

It matters now, it didn't then,
forgotten when, when was?

Strangling in the tangle of a
subconsciously violent wrangle with myself,
and choking on the hold it has on me,

'it'll all come out in the wash'
or the forensics team will find the residue
arresting you
attesting to
the fact that your washing skill is not
the only thing you ****,

jeez
am I normal?
Norman who plays chess at Brick Lane
says,
as normal as I am
and that worries me.

death-struck love
we have been shot twice
one in the head
one in the heart
massive bullet holes
and life-threatening wounds
I drove us to the hospital
the doctor told "we would live"
but "we would bleed forever"

Your haunting memories strangled my future, leaving me in the same state as I was when you left.

I used a time machine to travel to the edge of the universe in order to escape any trace of life or matter, but I smelled your body odor there!

At dusk the whimpering tree line
disappears at the gate

The crickets fiddling songs,
caressing wings, silence fleeting,
in vibration of their evening tour

Up and down we wander
feeling for the warmth of the equator

Arriving in the bitter cold of the Arctic
after reading all the signs wrong

Turning to avoid the flashing lights

Stubborn, unable to listen to the correct directions

I will take my hands off you
no longer will I worry
don't you hurry
you are already getting blurry
you are now free