Pour Pain On Paper

George informed me that words are wind.

That’s often the case, yet I sit here hurt again.

She shattered my heart, so I had to disturb the pen.

Picked it up to pour pain on paper before the gin

Stilled me for the night’s remainder.

I loved her so much it hurt, now I’m a stranger.

Those precious memories grow fainter.

I would eat and fuck her until I drained her.

Our bodies formed the Ankh nightly and a Mama I made her.

We both made Lil Mama, but she never lets me take her.

I’d kill before Kayla baby ever encountered danger.

She used love as a weapon, knowing I wouldn’t put a lawyer on retainer.

I’d assuage my sorrows with drink and the heat of adult entertainers.

Pills, pussy and prescription punch ease the pain in opulent chambers.

“The sadness lasts forever,” are the final words of one of my favorite painters.

Six pieces of death metal slumber in their stainless chambers.