You have done nothing
for others
for over two years
Your sworn word-burns
scald all – lovers’ lies
marking your rum time
of pulling stitched truth apart –
almost mounting it –
as if pinned butterfly wings
You have cruelly removed
hand-rubbed angel humps
from your whipping boy’s back
Your milk-souring kisses
off your offered-up mouth
leave a caustic residue
of almost almond sweetness
off your cheap red lipstick
smeared on sagged cheeks
Multiple ugly marriages
stiffen your dearests –
they do not want honesty – truth at last
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MIKE BELL | 10,000 Poems 