I don't know why.

I don't know why

the foreman has gone mad,
or the knives are all dull
and the grill only has three
wheels.

I don't know why

Durham was never good enough,
or her taste was always dull
and I slept beside her but
never fell in
love.

I don't know why

ten years went by
like sawdust in sunlight,
and I drank it all
away.

Why I loved her body
but found her conversation
numb,
and I asked her to see me through
the haunting of another lover
that slept
one wall
away.

I don't know why

The self righteous weigh against me
perversions uttered at all hours
while under an influence I struggled
to
control.

I don't know why I'm so self righteous
and don't think perversions uttered
at all hours don't affect
anyone other than
me.


Twelve hours of minutiae
stealing me from me,
leaving nothing but food for
worms
my apologies to
the bard.

Questions with no answer
and barely worth the time,
bullets gloved in velvet
fired deftly by
a silver
tongue.

I'm going to miss you and miss her too,
but unlike her -
I'm leaving
you.