and so it is

a bad day for getting dumped

 

a needle to the bladder

all the suffering comes to the surface

with a clever “ouch!”

i whimper

 

ailment overlapping illness

overriding sanity

overextending my heart, stabbed

by the male species

 

again

 

life goes easy on those in forest hills

my dirt road gave me skinned knees

the men along the way

all wanted to have their way

take my purity

then throw me away

 

to the sharks

 

again

 

a promise of love

bon appetite

he devoured

deflowered

described his grandiose plans

said his pretentious prayers

then made a meal

of a bright eyed girl

 

a splinter in the foot

a sliver from the chest

it was over, yet

my pain had just begun

 

water on adam & eve

liquid in my bladder, the 2^nd time

hurting more than the 1^st

i was left with my cold anguish

 

alone

 

again

 

why is it

i never get the music intended for me?

just a sampling

a tease

a torment

i lament

 

only in my romantic death

will i receive devotion

 

devotion to a corpse

more ridiculous than poems

to a horse

of which i can pick a winning one, but

a winning man? there is none

 

no hero in my house

ghosts in my bed

images of them with someone else

giving head

 

my lily

in the valley

is flowerless

this marks the first year

my bleeding heart won’t bloom

 

what i wanted

what i lost

what i’ve survived

what i’ve witnessed

what i’ve mourned

comes at a convoluted cost

 

and so it is

 

the deceptive man says

“have faith”

before sucking every ounce of faith

out of you

 

the needle enters the same vein

a predictable bruise follows

my foot

one step closer

to my Parisian grave

Reviews

[Michael Lasalle]

Cole, this poem certainly
masterfully explains the
reason for acquiring such
feelings, to be used,
and then taken for granite.
adam and eve, the flower
in the valley, the heart,
it still blooms, with its
unique passion, as artistry, peace, mike

[Julian]

In a topsy turvy way i relate to this completely

[Everett DeValle]

I am always in love with your words. Your work moves me, Colette. ~Ev