When Jilted Lovers Reassign Anger for Something Useful


They endure a tryst,
Inside hotel rooms.
Inject crystal-meth
And fuck until
Shrivel or swell.

Blemishes writhe
From wilted sadness-
Crooning hymns
To arresting officers.

They repress affection
And speak to shadows
About the love
Absent moments create.

They interview purpose
Of proposed living room
Furniture integration.

They used to fuck on the couch
But to befoul imported leather
With secreted passion
Massacres the function
Of refinement.

They proclaim love
To each other
Like a habit.
And instruct arresting officers
On what is disturbing.

We are blessed to be conscious
Of love’s unending nonsense.

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