ZERO

I’ve fallen to the bottom rung

Not really hanging on

Merely existing

Surrounded by depression

And chaos of body and mind.

I’m sitting at rock bottom,

Amidst the piles of clutter

Closing in on me until

I can’t see what used

To be there.

I’m sitting in a puddle of shit,

Clinging to anything that

Might become real

Waiting for the other

Shoe to fall

Just waiting…..

For Anne Boleyn

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“Entice the King!”

They said.

“It will be grand!”

They promised.

“All will be glorious!”

They exclaimed.

They enticed her

As she enticed her King

Spinning tails, promises

Of sweet love.

Soon the enticer

Became the enticed.

Ravenous, fierce

Primal desires

Fed one another

Like oxygen

To a flame.

The flame

Burned, hotter,

Scalding.

Then one day

It blew up.

Bitter

Disappointments

Loss of love,

Bleeding,

Children not

Held.

No heir.

Then the

Ultimate

Betrayal.

Her King was

Now enticed

by another.

Promises made

Not kept;

Chaos ensued.

Once regal, proud,

Beautiful.

Highest of

The high,

Now brought

So low.

Death awaits

And then stalls

As the blade

Fails to arrive.

Finally, she is

Now enticed

By death,

By her peace

By being pariah

No more.

Ode to an Alcoholic

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He’s life’s bitch,

A slave to his bottle,

Fucked up, sad boy,

Everything is

Not his fault.

He’s life’s bitch,

His job sucks,

His Windsor

Isn’t cold enough,

He’s all alone.

He’s life’s bitch,

Darkness,

bleak and drunk,

No shower for weeks,

The stench of

Depression.

Holding onto the walls

As you stumble

Around the house,

Drink until you

Pass out every

Fucking night.

Soulmates

Our love is so solid,

I can’t seem to understand

My blessed fortune.

So much loyalty,

Unconditional love,

And connection

That is beyond beautiful.

A richer life,

Now that he’s in it,

I wonder if angels above

Sent you to me

Like a gift from the heavens.

Home to Me

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At my home,

Cozy night,

droplets of rain

dancing along the

window sills.

Snuggled up

next to the man

I love the most,

he’s my true home.

Inhaling the

scent of him,

treasuring the

smallest of moments.

He is my home,

my center,

my light,

the love of my life.