by Jeph Johnson
HOW AM I NOT TO BE JADED
WHEN LOVE, (making my life complete,
overflowing with wonder, frustrating
the new words we'd have to create),
DIES (in a mere mindless minute
with alcohol paving the way)
CONVINCING HER NOT TO BE IN IT,
CONVINCING ME TO FEEL ASHAMED?
and IF SHE'S NOT OUT CRYING (and weeping)
MY SCREAMS (of "insensitive beast!")
WILL RING CLEAR (in her ears) while still keeping
true TO HER BRAND OF DECEIT