A Graveside Observation

Let me be the first to say

your choice of cacti over roses

is an inspiration to all the run-down lovers:

every tom dick and harry. Whoever

he was, he obviously left

his impression before you plowed

the imprint of your backside

over his tarred remains.

 

I can’t help but tip my cap

in admiration for the stunning beauty

of the way you marched your nine-inch nails

across the sodden trail of shallow graves

to confirm the hole was deep enough.

The chic glaze of contempt, wisp

of a smile, the unmistakable warning

to every bill hank or henry

contemplating the offer of a ride --

 

had I some lead left in the old pencil

I’d have scribbled you a note:

Meet you on the corner of Thunderbolt and

Wine … alas, I’m still

picking the feathers from my scalp,

the last skid of the tar pot

I accidentally fell under. You know,

the one you accidentally left bubbling

on the balcony for me to find. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Now there is a woman who is worthy of a drink or two—at a distance.

Winston has

[Chris Shaw]

Tarred and feathered eh? Now that is quite a punishment to contemplate. Reserved for those held in special contempt. Quite a story here about relationships Ken.

Cacti over roses . I smiled, probably not appropriate, but I still smiled at the prickly goodbye.

An excellent read I might add.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

This is storytelling Ken. You gave glimpses of memories and places. I liked the real life feel to the words. Many kinds of goodbyes. So many lines stole my thoughts in the poetry. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote