Sweetly bitter
Mourning for the time when I felt like this—in love and so sure She was sweetly bitter—erotic not loving I tried to love her anyway What for? My priorities all wrong Whoever he is he doesn’t quite belong “Hey Pete” (why do working class people always call me Pete?) he says casually as he looks at pictures in the Daily News “You don’t own stocks Why do you read that if you don’t own stocks?” I was crude, rude and mean But you did, you know, rip my heart out He was referring to the NY Times “You got to own stocks if you’re gonna read that” The night sky flickers lightly as we tire of life There can be nothing more important now than these flickering stars Sometimes loud and sometimes soft, it’s not just the memories, it’s the frame of mind—yesterday my double, my doppelganger appeared on the opposite platform from the train I was on Where was he going? What did he think? Lost in his own fictions She was one of the few I knew who really liked the cold She said “Just ease into it Breathe slow and deep and, of course, dress warm” Some crude vivid memories didn’t happen or didn’t happen to me “Then let the cold soothe you, bring you ease and peace and calm the heated heart’s sting” Through what’s funny you can get to say what’s sad I see the months in textures The days are repeating pastels Each 30 day sprint its own cloth The stars were putting on quite a show for me as they mocked me They know they’ll still be here long after I’m gone You know what will happen What has this life been? Whatever has it meant? Not yet Sometimes, the current flows right with me and I say “Not yet” Sometimes, I have to go past what’s wonderful to get to what’s actually wonderful Our sex was great for years Unlike others we never got bored until she did
-December 23, 2017-