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Hung low
upon the strongest branch
of your oak tree,
I allowed my own slaughter,
our blindfolded children
you and that other woman
so kindly raised to master
use of your verbal machetes,
you spun them
'round and 'round with twisted truths,
cunningly directed them for many years,
by your pathetic, hopeless fears,
with skillful cowardice,
weilding their innocence
to carve the gashes just so,
slicing me open,
like a party pinata
at a reunion,
you.
and your sick family,
you always used to say
how much you hated being
outnumbered by women
growing up,
i hang lifeless now
in their eyes,
from the butchering,
the tree branches curved,
and the leaves withered,
and as my blood drips down
to feed your roots,
the only scintilla
of honesty you seem to
be able to muster from all those years,
--that you have not changed at all,
and for myself,
my once empty hand is full of
what is left,
--only compassion for you,
feeling what it must be like
to be you,
and who i was
long ago.
2:34 AM 8/13/2013 ©
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I think my ears are broken –
did you say you have a date?
I’m thinking that I’ve lost my mind
or perhaps its something I ate.
Because it simply is not possible
that as it grows so late
you could have just announced
that tonight you have a date.
Let me see if I understand –
You’re dressing for your date?
You simply have to dash right off
you can’t afford to wait
You must hurry now to prepare
to pick her up at eight
and you are always right on time
when you show up for a date.
The words you said confuse me –
You’re going on a date?
Pardon me if at first
I seem to be irate
I’m not going to engage with you
in some kind of a debate
I’m telling you I’m quite pissed off
at you and your precious date.
But don’t you worry, never fear
for the safety of your date.
Understand quite clearly
that though my anger’s great,
I have no desire whatsoever
to become a new inmate.
So later on, don’t come back here,
just make it a permanent date.