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Sunday, May 13, 2012

the tentacles of love




his face was flushed as heavy drinker’s sometimes are
his body befouled by the reek of booze oozing from his pores
drunk or sober, he smelled like a bathroom in a bar
the aftershave he overused only adding the odor of a urinal cake

her face was painted garishly like the aging whore she was 
until no one would pay her anymore
the implants she’d had years ago when she was firm and toned
now made her breasts twin cantaloupes rotting over stones

each settled for the other because there wasn’t another
who’d touch them no matter how long was the pole
he was father to a daughter long forgetten; she a mother
to a half a dozen bastards better off being orphans

they’d fallen for each other like they were falling in the same hole
they were deeply serious, completely mysterious, demons sharing the same soul
at night when they sweetly, sweatily screwed they proved
there is nothing blinder than endorphins

she died first, the victim of a wasting social disease
with her last foul breath she whispered to him i love you
he nodded in his taciturn way, not trusting words to his unease
then left the corridors of the hospital into a summer day that mocked his grief

with nothing left to want, and nothing left to do
he lumbered on doing the things alone he once did when they were two
often he rode the bus to the pauper’s grave where she had found relief
with sunrise the caretaker gave him a nip from his flask then told him to leave


he didn’t die, at least, he hasn’t yet
he goes on a wretched warrior no one told about the truce
he’ll never die nor will he soon forget
the tentacles of love will never let him loose





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I am from West Virginia. Born in New Martinsville to a minister's family. Traveled around West Virginia and Southern Ohio growing up. The only stability I got was from my mother's side of the family in Boone County. My Great Grandfather on my father's side was preaching in Madison during the Mine Wars. He ran for the state legislature on a pro-union ticket and won only to have the coal companies tie the results up in court so he ended serving only one day out of this term. My Grandfather on my mother's side stood with the miner's at Blair Mountain and died of Black Lung when I was still in my teens. I was raised a Conservative Christian...not a Fundamentalist. Strict separation of church and state based on the understanding that what makes for a good politician is pretty much the opposite of what makes a good Christian. I'm politically radical in that I believe in one man/one vote and the only way to have political equality is to have economic equality. I'm an atheist because once I accepted the fact of my own mortality I found no need for belief in God.