Friday, April 5, 2013

Death comes like a meteor that reminds you of yourself

My innocent search went obit black guilt
when a real gone mistress dead one year
was in read white news a ten years ghost,

but I think only of her self-absorbed spouse,
who was an awesome sage of software
but not of her,

who was an audiophile who listened
(as if the messiah was in every groove)
to everything but her.

After codeine, bone, and rum
she said I was the best fuck ever.

I was not the first.

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