love poem?
this job
this existence
in the wasteland
always at low ebb
this life
the way it tears at
my asshole
mocks my soul
you’d think the gods
had it in for me
i’m a defective
i wasn’t destined to do
the bidding of others
it’s just that something
has always hung
me up
kept me dim
oh, where did i go wrong?
left to rot here
staring at the walls
in a wine-stained t-shirt
sucking on cheap scotch
and ice
waiting for glorious death
to come
what bad moves have i made
since birth?
all of them, kid
almost all of them
except her.
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2 comments:
You had me at kid...
this is a love poem of the nth degree..
gotta say, this is up in my top favs for you.. well done!!!
Lynne...thank you so much!
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