i don't need to give you nothing,
not even proof that i was
more than tongue-tied experimental
under the canvas tarp of our first touch.

i wear whimsy like you hold fear
and i think to spit in the face of
everything you condescended.
from my "boho humanitarian life"
to the two hands minus two digits
that struck your chords in the weary truth of 3 am,

i am not sorry.

desperate doesn't wear me well
and your lingo is too dim for your sharp mouth.
say something smart, for a change,
do not cover in your snuggie and be tasteless.
at least say something real,
say that i'm not worth it,
that i was a bad lay,
that everything you learned to hate
i memorized and quoted.

don't say some tired line
in your fool's gold slur.
i'd rather yank out my teeth one by one
than have to chew down that slandered soliloquy.

it is easier to forget something already rotten
than to miss something you spoiled yourself.

05/24/2010

Posted on 05/24/2010
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