Funny how time obliterates the agony. Glad I chose life after all.
THE REST OF IT GOES HERE
Remembering I Once was a Husband
I had nearly forgotten.
Then recalled the ring locked up
The obligatory fucking
Cooking and breakdowns
The hamster’s bedding stunk
O the times I wanted to die.
You must be twenty-eight now.
I write more in the city
Beneath a naked light bulb.
Our roses smelled ambivalent.
You flip flopped, craved money.
I had nearly forgotten.
O the times I wanted to die.
Arguments sparking genitals
Stained aprons, punishments,
Duties like soul’s chloroform,
Hospitals and nightmares
I had nearly forgotten.
I’m a little worse, a little better.
Attachment was exhaustion
Your long strawberry hair
Your smooth vanilla neck
Your tits like gallows
O the times I wanted to die.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Remembering Once I Was a Husband
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1 comment:
Very nicely written, very reflective...odd that that G-Moon is thinking about the past so deeply.....After all "It's all about the cheddar, brother"
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