Neither a nurturer
Nor a ‘til-the-end friend
Wasn’t a warrior
Just a walk-away-er
Giant, silent chaos-creator
Truth-debater
Left the City for the farm
Shallow, self-indulgent charm
The countdown’s begun
He’s long gone…and was always gonna run
calls us all, “Darlin’”
so we all think we’re Somethin’
Waterboy Cowboy
Old
Habitual, rote faithfulness
Adherent to rotational, gravitational patterns
Latchkey Love
Learned avoidance, practiced to perfection
Like clockwork, the thrill won’t work
Time, you are becoming
Old
Mock human
Mocking human sorrow
Under a guise
A disguise
Of shared humanity
Which, were you to dig deep
You would dig
Had you any true depth at all
So pretty you wish
Too much to bear
Lying there
By your side
Dying inside
Doubting twin
Stranger to yourself, you
Strangled, then stifled
My abundance
Magical beat-downs
Neither finger nor voice raised
Black and blue and dazed
My trust and hope, drained
Wear your lying, victim’s eyes
Cloak yourself in feigned faithfulness
Lady-friends who rescued you
Shall soon become your targets, too
Polluted river
When I wronged her months ago
You feigned happiness
Replacing now
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