I Fluff Your Cushion of Cactus ThornsA Chapter by DarylA friend, a mistress of Abstract Poetry, was trying to teach me her craft. She gave me the title as a prompt, my mind drifted back to the desolation of my first marriage, and this was the result.
I fluff your cushion of cactus thorns
freshened with tears of disappointment
from our romantic honeymoon
and the private lake-side cottage
from which you fled in boredom
I give you my special bucket of worms
for your next bait-and-switch,
that future victims might see the real you
behind the pre-nuptial masks you wear
before they fall into your trap
Just for you
I bottle skunk-scent perfume
to moisten your deception-stained skin
for all the lovers you entertained
while I worked to pay our mortgage
For you alone
I stomp sour grapes into vinegar
to moisten your lie-cracked lips
as you writhe upon the road’s shoulder
gasping for water
and with brackish holy water
I give you my blessing
and wish you a happy life
as I leave you far behind
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4 Reviews Added on February 8, 2008 Last Updated on February 9, 2008 AuthorDarylNever underestimate the potential weirdness of the human psyche.AboutHello, my name is Daryl and I'm a storyholic. I've always read, and when I get drawn into a tale I can't leave it alone until I know how it ends. Writing is how I sort out my life and my feelings. I.. more..Writing
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