She wants for me to
Belong to her, I
Want to be my own
She wants for me to
Belong to her, I
Want to be my own
I search through this dry dusty
Life like a miner, seeking a
Glint of diamond in dusky
Coal. When first I laid eyes on
That supple young wife, any
Decency left in my heart
Was snuffed like a candle in
A storm. Tender and trusting,
She came to my bedroom and
Her bodice was open, I
Lapped at her breasts which tasted
Of sweetness and beauty and
Youth. I ravaged her and brought
The beast from within with her
Skirts flying upwards we came.
Would I could keep her but we
Heard her husband come calling,
Till next time, my redemption
Lost in the woods on
My morning jog, I found my
Way and returned home.
But everything had
Changed. My cherished wife was now
My foe, having been
Instructed on the great
Litany of my wrongs by
Some unknown scribe. She
Viewed me askance, and
All my efforts to engage
Were thwarted. Broken,
Dissolute, the streets
I wandered until
The beat of some infernal
Drum summoned me to
March, in a crowd of
Damned like me. We followed the
Rhythm, to our doom.
Exasperation
Defines our every exchange
Yet still I remain
Is it love or is
It inertia? I can’t feel
Your love anymore
At a loss to bring
Joy to her face or to
Her heart, I brought her
An Akita pup.
The scampering dog livened
Our relationship.
I knew this wouldn’t
Last, and we’d one day quarrel
Over to whom the
Dog belonged. But for
Today, she was happy, and
I treasured it so.
The longer I am
With you, the further this
Colored paper mask
Of acquiescence
And my terrifying true
Nature emerges
Still you unravel
The threads of my tapestry
Exposing me as
Desperate, faded,
Exhausted, fearful, ready
For it to all end.
Our broken love cuts
Deep, like a shattered mirror,
Ruptured unity.
Your needy, frantic
Desperations becomes my
Exasperation