Okay, so some of my favorite bloggers have begun posting poems. I haven’t written any poetry in awhile, but here’s one that is INTENSE…to say the least…:)
Addiction
Came home and found your fat ass surrounded by dirty diapers and trash What did you say, you didn’t have time? And you’re doing nothin’ on my dime? the rage boiled black and hot like tree sap on a blistering summer’s day…until… I chucked a knife right at your head pummeling into our thick paneling With a viciously loud thud and dread missed you, dear man, by less than a thread And you laughed like some love-damaged calf tossed you to the curb, and who is it that laughs …now? back again 2 weeks later sniffing around With your tired yet romantic verbiage I should be beaten for slipping back into your GARBAGE? But lonely and brainless, I let you in like some stray dog burying my sensibilities in a quagmire of mental smog Percolating my rancor again with your same bag of tricks Why was I such a sucker for all of your mix? While you yak long-distance, a brain-dead pumpkin ready to toss you thrice like some disease-laden Lumpkin when you came up with your best chicanery thus far By spicing up our love life of sorts with cocaine on your private parts what a ride that was, a sexual demon drop God help me I didn’t ever wanna stop You were John Holmes, Dirk Digler and Brad Pitt all spliced into some bizarro, unthinkable reverie mucking up my solidarity of mind, body and soul I was high on an impossible addiction And totally high on your affliction woke up itching with a brutal contact rash Bestowing upon you a black case of disgrace never happened again, of course but I was very leery of intercourse for nigh on 12 months or so Without fourteen condoms wrapped in plastic just thinking about it makes me spastic so go to hell you and your cocaine dick You’re the plot of a bad chick flick Without Brad Pitt or John Holmes nothing just a simple set of stones luckily, that was many MOONS ago I was merely reminded by a hapless photo of you dropping out of book unexpectedly While cleaning out a shelf near the loo Another dimension framed in ink so deadly Another time I’m glad to blink away All that chaos gone astray Shoving that photo into a drawer All the while glad we are no moreNOTE: this is a poem about my dearly departed ex-hubby named Ashe, who was a GOOD man, just a little bit insane, shall we say 
? I wrote about him previously in this post:
http://www.tenaciousbitch.com/2012/09/07/post-75-about-ashes-logic/
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