I still learn

on smooth center of shaky moment

dances angelic tragedy,

singing shapeless howl;

bleeding viral emotion

 

her new winter has a defOrmity;

 

a quiet slope of soul

that nobody pretends to notice

and somebody dreams about

habitually

 

she’s correct when she screams,

but I forget about correctness

when it becomes inappropriate

 

I slap truth in the mouth

if it seems too conspicuous

 

nobody likes an omen

 

so she and I join hands

like veteran survivors,

and murmur goopy love

like rookie victims

 

and

 

as the murderous sinking sun

turns blue waves blood red

her honesty is as nude

as my lie;

 as icy as my resolve.

 

she’s right enough

for the bull to relinquish

his horns

 

she whispers it

this time

 

(we were never okay)

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

The ending seals this...a break-up that should never have happened since the relationship should never have happened.

[Robin]

Again you reveal and peel and I revel and applaud , you write in such a bold font , Poetry RG , Poetry

[Emily B]

oh, oh . . .