there are some people
you’ll go on losing
forever
Tag: destruction
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lamentation
the greatest sorrow
of a daughter
is surely
the madness
of her father
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Anne Boleyn
479 years
after her death
women still may learn
from this fallen
queen
that loving
a tyrannical selfish prick
results
in the loss of your only head
but he will go on living
destroying hearts
ruining the world
believing himself
the rightful king
of other lands
above god
existing
happily wearing bejeweled lies
with his boils
needing lanced
if only
the human race
could find a way
to convert an engine
to run on pettiness
and depravity
we could buy enough time
to terra form
colonize
and destroy
the planet mars
so that earth
doesn’t have to die alone
he used to tell me as i removed his armor
honey pie, you over pack everything
your suitcase
your bowl
your bed
as i swallowed him knowing
he was a means of suicide
but he was 2/3rds right
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nightshade
you love(d) me well and often
in that sick
bottomless way
you love everything
in order to lose it
you force your horses to run into the round pen
then set it on fire
just so you can write a mournful poem
about the sounds of their wailing agony
i don’t miss you
i miss how i felt when i was with you
but see
i love a good horror story
and you were a real fucking scream
this poem is not about you
there will never be
another poem
about you
this poem is about alcohol
as you are more scotch than human
i’ve given enough of my life
to drunken men
beginning with my father
so this is your eulogy
in another life i couldn’t part with you
but those lovers are long dead
it does my heart good to know
you’re vomiting in another woman’s vase now
wearing good golf shoes
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the night he died
i can no longer recall
the last words we shared
but it was something screamed in anger
whilst trying to force the earth
to bend to our geography
memories, blood, and paint
all turn to brown
when mixed and left alone to dry
my mind retains only one
fading recording
of his voice
a few words
he would say in the most desperate
hours of the night
“Baby, I’m tired, I need to sleep. This is not the last day that will see me loving you.”
…until it was