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"Straddle"
by Jeph Johnson
Must reason
straddle
the conceptual fence
of right and wrong
after
I've discarded
flailing rationale?
Furthermore,
can my opinion
of sanity
defeat
the idiocy
I've inherited
from her departure?
My fortitude fails-
trying to describe
the darkness
without light
-or-
love and truth
sans falsehood.
Hate prevails
once more
when Eros
rocks untouched,
blamelessly unsullied.
Charity like
carloads of fucked virgins,
murdered in its midst
My bloody mattress shudders
shaking drippings
discharged with her lies
He's changed her name again
She's changed my everything
more
and
more and
more an
mor an
moran
why
did she ever love me?
Why did she twist her knife and leave?
My wounds will never heal.
My groin
has smashed
the sissy-bar of logic
and
I sing the truth falsetto.
