Are there more of you and me, pissed-up
in a few dimensions, wondering if this
thunder strums each sky the same as now?
Whatever, I am not about to lighten up.
Later you will kill for dinner and I’ll watch,
awed that life can boil so fiercely -
pray those crayfish reappear
in a world that you can’t stake or drown.
Let’s forget about the ring you found for me
while you teased another girl
in the cemetery – she’d have liked to die
but you had no urge for idle merriment.
We won’t talk about that I don’t like it
moment – words set in
obsidian against silver – turning.
My thanks and apologies to everyone who commented on the drivel that I posted late last night. I had to send it into trash. This is a re-write. Possibly just as bad but maybe not as embarrassingly so lol …