Sonatine

your departure's exit wounds

i see it coming like the tides of the moon

& if i got somebody else

would i still be in dinner clubs

singing the blues

if he lets me out

3 years after the flower blooms

i swear off women

cause if God created woman

then he's not my kind

without you i'm nothing

but me

& that's a responsibility

too heavy to carry

you martyred me

& i don't know if

that's the worst thing

or the best

it's a slender thread

that ties my

suture points