these bags of unwashed clothing
having been sentenced to living in your memory
as a space aged fool
weigh more than meteors & iron ore
been the court jester in your air mattress kingdom
we struggled together
you worked me into less than a man
to make your giving up more palatable to strangers
can’t afford new arrangement but misery finds company
and though she was witling my members into used coffee grounds
the passion doesn’t shelter & side chicks giggle at homewrecking
sounds like personal problems
feels like disillusion and half truths
I did more than cheat and hobo my way into closet spaces
but let you tell it
I was never anything but lying & begging
wasn’t up babysitting other men’s offspring
and never once gave you anything but treachery
last Christmas I made you breakfast pancakes
unwrapped your inner workings and kissed your mistletoe
you moaned your way around my jingle bells
promised the things I was unwrapping
belonged only to me
we laid in the afterglow like tinsel
on the plastic evergreen
we had assembled together
and drank the cocoa of our shared vigor
over the roaring fire of enthusiasm that wouldn’t
last till the Wolf Moon took everything we promised
admit to authoring this manuscript
all the undoing was my fault
but I was lured into this disillusion
by some harlot who wanted
some other woman’s eyes and used her envy as a lure
for a captive who thought more of craving
than survival
and willingly threw away everything
for the custard and the wine
was frustrated and denied
was pushed away and disrespected
was full of excuses
why I was justified
in everything I wanted in the moment
until I was left here
on the curb waiting for Tyrone’s arrival
to help me take away my things
and start over
as poem I didn’t get to edit
sifting through the rubble
as I lie about what happened
in a car I didn’t own or drive…