To spite his face ...
What drives a girl to suffer
the pain of being lied to
when she has the tools to buffer
and she knows the words are false?
If it’s evidence she’s wanting
… some handle on the facts …
there’s not too much trouble hunting
proof that leads to the last waltz
No man is quite so clever,
some are dumb, and that’s one fact,
And it’s really rarely ever
we’re not hep to all the schmaltz
But we stumble over “Mi amor”
and find we’ve fallen in
that deep hole without our armor
What’s with that shit impulse?
Those lyin’, cheatin’ scoundrels
pull the wool so carefully,
but we catch on to the hound’s, hell!
then ache as we convulse
So …
What drives a girl to suffer
the pain of being lied to
when she has the tools to buffer
and she knows the words are false?
Two years on a tightrope
Tensile strength’s a wondrous thing
when strung ‘tween heav’n and hell
and balancing upon a string
has often served me wellI’ve found a step in some directions
moves me toward a goal
(though a predilection for erections
leaves me less than whole … )Scampering back a step or two
toward heaven? or toward hell?
and I’m remembering what I knew …
All lessons learned too well.On one end, there’s my future
the other holds my past
but either end can injure
and both could be my lastI’ve walked the rope almost two years
between his needs and mine
broken promises and tears
unraveling the twinePossible? It never was,
with this I learned to cope,
withstanding lies and all because
our world was hung on hopeThe tensile strength is ebbing
the tightrope’s come undone
it’s loosed the complex webbing
keeping he and me as oneIt’s snapped, that rope, and left me
hanging inches from the earth
my safety net has saved me;
still in tact and know my worthThere’ll someday be another
with the strands all forged anew
Yes, there will be other lovers
and, yes, someone will be true
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 