sitting in a heathen congregation with a laid-up spouse unable to associate with anything but the apartment walls,
both feeling dejected because of different spiritual beliefs,
she's warm to salvation by grace,
he's warm to seven beliefs of you-squared,
and that has caused more friction than two hands being rubbed together in the midst of a deep-freeze winter,
but it's just another event in a long line of events where his circle has extended into her circle but the Venn diagram looks like a metastatic liver cell,
metastasized in his favor,
not hers,
almost never in her favor because his favor and well-being matter the most,
because either he's mentally deranged or it's just an excuse to keep her chained up in the metaphoric form,
and is it worth the pain,
the price?
is it worth it for her?
to have this miserable, misanthropic son-of-a-b***h around being a mopey, self-centered b*****d around making snippy, snarky, sarcastic comments while kissing her and telling her he loves her in that serious tone,
like the previous spoken record didn't exist before that point,
the stain sets in and never departs the fabric,
words are as much actions as actions are because the mind and the mouth will act as the human being will,
Damnit KS! This IS your BEST. the whole thing is tops, but there are moments of HOLY S**T scattered throughout. Wow. Wow. Wow.
A new favorite from you sir.
t
Well Kenneth this is very kewl, the words used painted clear pics in my head and the flow gave the story a natural progression , not static at all, enjoyed it mate :)
This piece has confident style, reveals in a consistent perspective and deftly sculpts two characters with both abstract and concrete lines. Nice balance, fresh and original. I like when that happens.
A powerful journey into thoughts and life. I had to read the poem a few times. We create separation and walls hard to take down. Your poem create many thoughts with the powerful description. No weakness in this thought provoking poem. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote
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