Broken Poem by Randy Bullocks

He had mint love for you but

it was just a blank mission

or some ill condition he had

in his heart by the pill you planted

with permission. He thought it would

grow out to be something strong

and beautiful, lasting. But the water

was weak the roots were distant

from the soil and left alone in a dark

corner so sun light wouldn't nurture it.

This ish isn’t right he thought he could

when this fight against love but love had a

cheated code to this dirty love game. He was

going for the touchdown until the interception

had played into his action. He was getting hurt

from all the love sacks and tackles. He took start

to take drugs to ease the pain away from his head

and chest, shoulder. Even sniffed a little cocaine to make

the her sweet perfume odder go away. His home team

tried to sign him up for the intervention television show.

He didn’t go just thought it would just be bad publicity.

He screams out; what’s a man to do when he wants to cry.

Just ball up like a fetus and let the ish die out and dry up

inside him, ish it out cause that's what it is what it was a

bunch of bullshit.