Because Denise asked me to be more active… July 24, 2008
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This could be considered an affliction.
I’m keeping this quiet.
I’m hushing and shushing
and praying that I lose
my grip before I slip.
And I’m talking in circles
again
making sure I don’t miss
my point by misspeaking
what I mean to say.
What I mean to say is this:
I can’t be more
than this cockroach
of a whore who’s lying
laying lowering herself
down by her twisted ankles.
I can’t be more
because I didn’t know
better this time
and better that I am
unfortunate
than some sorry
son of a bitch
who couldn’t help himself.
I can’t be more
than you or her or him
or any one other person
who says they mean
what they don’t act.
It’s kind of rotten
when your last words
on earth are shitty
interpretations of someone
else’s wisdom. Someone
other than you who died
before your sun rose and set
all at once in one fell
fallen swoop.
All it took was a hatchet.
