Trustworthy? No one, ever, not a soul!
remember my wife? My ex-wife? You know
until the moment she chose to do harm
still, I was not good, a lump of black coal
trust not the mirror of language for shame
wastes time on ego, on image, on glow
orbit persona to sound the alarm
reveal tit-for-tat gossip as karma
trained dog, housebroken, but not beyond blame
how stupid is love without children, dumb
yet, we were happy until we were not
Nobody offers fair warning, too numb
organically drunk, hormones tie the knot
obtain a divorce, move on, when dharma
notifies the wheel to turn, separate
each takes a deep breath to reflect on change
exit stage left, go, with the house on fire
visions of dark pitch, bituminous spate
eternally trapped in asphalt gravel
remember the dog in the street with mange
no, this hell is mine, made by my desire
orders of angels, what a fucking lie
tell me what to say when the court gavel
asks Bodhidharma if death travels west
suddenly, I watched paint dry on the wall
over nine long years, it became a test
until I awoke as if in free-fall
left with the writing, no more apple pie
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