fanniesson - Poems

thank them for picking up my trash,
wish them a good day,
they look at me as if I’m nuts half the time
standing there outside in a bathrobe,
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I knew it was over between Cheryl,
my black girlfriend and me
when I found myself one Sunday afternoon
in some store front
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On Fridays the Rabbi came
cut the chicken’s necks while
saying a prayer, then hung them
on hooks as exsanguination
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You wake up and she’s there,
and
it could be a lot worst I admit.
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Like a kid standing in line for ice cream
‘she wants to be first’,
explaining.
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It takes two years to kill yourself,
to get to the point you don’t care anymore,
and even if you wanted to.
You couldn’t bring yourself back.
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One doesn’t become more beautiful with age.
The wife and I both pushing sixty now,
are sure of this one!
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I look in a mirror and see the old man,
I was told was there from fourteen years old.
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Death is sitting
on the edge of my bed,
doing necessary paperwork.
Questioning me on my age
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And when it was over,
when dirt was packed on casket,
headstone moved back in place.
The Mexican labors
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