Where the Knife Went
The weather was boring as usual
The day passed in total tedium
My cotton shirt white, fit me too tight
The wedding was beautiful everyone smiled
a 3 story atrium all beguiled
And me two inches high
because she left me
And nobody knew
But i wasn't through
A fire dance for the bride and groom
A beautifully decorated lily white room
Everyone danced and sang and drank
metal tea candles shaped like stars
silver trinkets near the open bars
He wonders are they together?
The other man protests often and loud
Then seems to be with my ex in the crowd
I race to the spot where he is with she
I enter and look them right in the eye
BUT they do not see me
I escape and begin to stab viciously with my italian stilletto
OVER and Over and Over and Over
The black handle and the shiny blade
Glisten in the moonlight
But no blood is shed
Only the rubber tread from his new cars tires
And that my friends is where the knife went
Beau Golden
2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tut tut Beau! but then again I bet he went, put put stop! still tutting at you! Tai