Words shake themselves free of his lips,
quips slip, so easily rip
the fabric of an empty space
into two, through, goo of my loo
of a mind, a sewer full of waste,
unwanted unloved, a hand ungloved
a broken plate, a river in spate
a mind unglued, unscrewed, and, lost
in the dust under the bed, red, “read” he said, “like a book. Look, see?”
I remember with glee!
His words flee.
I just drink endless cups of tea
- and wine, a sign, timeto forget, reset.