“Just a fling,

didn’t mean anything”

family in ruins

you sing the same tunes

Not the first time

you committed this crime

this crime of passion

downtrodden my new fashion

I’ve met someone new

haven’t told you

but then it’s

“Just a fling,

doesn’t mean anything”

People watching

boredom dodging

he’s an accountant

she’s probably a taunt

that one has to be a mum

looks like everyone’s chum

quickly avoiding their gaze

when your searching eyes they face

He wanted a ***** enlarger

gave him a magnifying glass

I said “where’s the food go”

he replied “look at your ***”

He likes to call me his experience

what he calls all his mistakes

I call him my grievance

my heart he constantly breaks

When he yawns he gets to open his mouth

otherwise he tends to keep stum when I’m about

he lives poor, so he can die rich

calls me an overspending *****

Were no longer love’s young dream

when I see him I want to scream

I **** his ills with pills

his money pays his funeral bills

Your the broken one

but it’s my bones you break

I’m the strong one

not much more I can take

I’m the ugly one

but it’s you, you can’t face

I’m the lucky one

running away from this place

Soon the desolate sun peeked above table mesa road
mourning dove awoke the nomadic dawn
cloudless day,  blue in all directions
lizards, little flashes emerged from earth in green iridescence
horned beetles crawled in blue shimmering suns
orange petals, monarch wings warmed
with tiny birds, did flit before
the red desert dawn.

I am bound by the shackles
of rationale and reason.
They wear at my ankles
and wrists.
I pick at the itching scabs.
I know you had the key once,
but you lost it
in a struggle against
your own heart.
Now, you’re sprinting towards me
at full speed,
lock pick in hand.
Face red, you fumble it
with your hands,
like a child’s.
You’re half-sobbing,
half-chuckling
and biting my ear.
The shackles come off.
Then, I lose myself in you
and never find my way out.