As she stuttered
her vow
“for p-p-poorer,”
she prayed
the semen
of the man
she eventually left me
for
wouldn’t
trickle
down
her
white-laced
leg.
[In commemoration of Black Sunday, February 13, 1994, wherein yours truly plays the part of the Biggest Schmuck in The Universe.]
This is an awesome poem (about an awful topic). Excellent line breaks, offering a new twist with each slow downward motion.
ReplyDeleteThis actually happened, although the reality is augmented.
DeleteOuch... that was one awful moment... what a devious woman, and even worse as it's true
ReplyDeleteWhen the tag is #documentary then it's true. Feb 13, 1994. Anaheim, California. A day I wouldn't want to relive.
DeleteI'm a firm believer that poetry based on reality is more powerful than made up stuff. Maybe that's because I'm no good at making stuff up, but this poem supports my theory.
ReplyDeleteIt's true. And thanks.
DeleteWe all seem to have our moments when love has left us for another.
ReplyDeleteYes, mine had witnesses.
DeleteIt's not the kind of situation you could invent. Well (re)told.
ReplyDeleteI ain't that good a writer.
DeleteOh Mosh, this is possibly, the most painful painful poem, I have read. To be deceived, on this level, is the most soul destroying thing to be experienced, by anyone. Hope, by writing this, you've been able to lay this painful memory to rest.
ReplyDeleteThanks and enough years have passed by so that it's almost funny now.
DeleteOh, Mosk. Powerful stuff. It takes a big man to admit he was once a schmuck. Thankful for grace, and second chances.
ReplyDelete1994 was a bad year for me... And OJ.
DeleteHa. :)
DeleteGoodness,.. it really takes all kinds to make this world I guess...but this is one awful moment.
ReplyDeleteGoodness,,, takes all kinds I suppose..but this is one awful situation... what a poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks. What a day.
DeleteI agree, this is heart wrenching but sadly true!!
ReplyDeleteThanks. Yes it wrenched my heart pretty good.
DeleteThe sparse lines are powerful ~ Yikes if its true ~
ReplyDeleteI was my most prolific at poetry when I was similarly betrayed. How fortunate we are to be able to express our angst poetically. Exquisitely written, my friend!
ReplyDeleteI was most prolific in poetry when I was similarly betrayed. How fortunate we are to be able to pour out our angst in print. Exquisitely written, my friend!
ReplyDeleteI love the brevity and the starkness -laid out in it's bareness
ReplyDeleteYou told this well in only a few words.
ReplyDeletepardon me, but fuck. dude. ~
ReplyDeleteOh...my...word....truth writes a poem
ReplyDeleteYou sound bitter, as well you might be – but I hope that's just for the poem and that the event is now far enough away that you thank your lucky stars for not being with someone so deceitful and cruel.
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