Poetic Blindness

 

“Send me your book
when it’s published.”, she said.
just before walking away.

 

Just like a woman
to always think

    there

about the new sofa
or tomorrow’s weather
or the child to be.

What fun we could have had
here and now
all allowed!

 

God! She’s like the guy who eats
only to get a good bowel movement.
Life is lost unlived.
He stares at the shit
that doesn’t give a shit.

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