sarcastic smirk,
square-jawed lady.
her mustard-worded, tear gas tears
tore the poems, tore out the friends.
grey-eyed heart killer, drilled-out hope...killer
her hope did it, sparked a start in a room of tinder,
a youth's harvest, bone-dry, stoned dry to tender.
quiet conflagration. quiet coals. curses in quiet heart.
that paranoia. whose? that face. that
beautful, beautiful face. that future so ripe,
that hope that glowed. it promised
it, oh, what it gave taking
oh what it took and took.
took for five years. my five best years.
if only she'd wanted them.
heartblood poured out its vessel
isn't needed cold, sidewalk spilled.
isn't wanted crusting rusted, the smell
iron for everyone.
it was a cold cereal supper,
a cold pizza breakfast with last night's coffee.
then choice of tv alone or sex with a stranger
it's god gone, someday mom in her grave,
her epitaph lonely, alone on a stone.
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