Dead Bed Poem by John Sensele

If he could forget your nuggets, get him out
Of your mind when you target access to progress
By dint of investment and hints of stout clout
In spite of spite meant to stress your success.

If her exercises could excise you out of her mind once out of sight
Her dearth of love and stealth signify and magnify the poor health of your relationship
Evidenced in a trance glance by dense indifference of your love might
Which in her eyes can mail you out of existence and sail away in another man's ship.

If both you and your partner could grant your gardener
A higher romantic role arising from a mere coincidence in your love triangle
Then you as the senior partner
Shoulders boulders of the bulk of the lame blame in this dangled tangle.

If a mere peck on your cheek could trigger
A crisis of major thesis hypnosis from your boyfriend as a blend trend
Then double trouble lies ahead with your gold digger
Whose tempest temper belches the stretch of your affairs dead end.