Born rather slippy and he misses her perfectly imperfect juxtaposition – the scintillating picture/scripture of her bare-naked and opportune body – behemoth at being big and real – laid desirably down between his early-morning sheets for industrious behaviour
A middle-aged farm-hand’s one and only glorious Sunday morning sun pokes fun, fun, fun and it feels a little bit too drawn out altogether
Sits a heap, forlorn and lonely at being stereotypically alone
At attempting to memorably treasure – a rush of blood to the maladjusted head
Feed the pregnant pigs ten times too many, maybe
Meeting the meandering moon at the screaming middle midst the bitter twist of these number-crunching ordeals only minus her vivacious touch anymore …
I liked how you always managed to be like a poor guy on a mammoth yacht inside of this ‘fish in a big pond’ mind of yours … is it true that you wanted to be a real writer, though!? Because it is still all of it yours, so long as you fail at sticking to the scripture, please
An empty, rusted dinner-plate come the roll-right-round of the badge-honoured lunch-hour, whilst a pockmarked flower vase sways with the bolster of the waiting, wailing, breeze
Bare-naked and all of its own chosen 3pm. accord
Owing to a locality’s popular belief, she thieved all of him away …
And, oh, how much they will pay for all
Of this burgeoning loneliness via his every next legendary grimace within many a pock-sparked, whiskey-swilling alleyway – inevitably, invitingly, unaccustomed to these … manic demeanours of rearranged his
Soon she will appear utterly untraceable whilst he runs his muddied finger-nails by the embroidered rim of their marital sheets
Yes, Eddie, she cheated …
Cheers up though, for there is a brand new woman standing at the sparkling horizon who you will get to live vicariously through …
Til. We. Meet. Her. Maker.
And. She. Gathers. The. Early-Morning. Hay.
The needle in your gargantuan haystack, some will pray
And trust your luck, some will prey
There wasn’t much to do but for me and you …
Effie: “Tell me, does it really come at you with the ease of a thousand waterfalls?”
Eddie: “Yes, but I’ve been fighting with the hidden in-between, so now I really mean it…”
Working far harder at being balanced than brilliant.
Please remember this one thing though, I was lost all awhile you’ve been living without me.