Thursday, August 11, 2011

I never wonder

I never wonder
why you love me
You are so filled
with affection you
cannot contain the magic
.
Instead I wonder
why you stay.

Why you stay
and listen to my
excuses for losing
another job, and
tell me things will
be better soon

Why you sit quietly
and listen to me
as I drink and
become more brilliant
by the minute
until finally
I am just an ass
who pisses in
the closet not
knowing where
I am.

Why you would
scrap together the
last few dollars
to get me a bottle
even though you
never had a drink
in your life and
could use a new brassiere
because the old one
is worn out and
it's the only one
you've got.

I often wonder at
night after you have
drifted off why it is
that you stay
with a mean old
bastard who
calls himself a poet,
based on the pile
of rejection slips
stacked up
like some great
paper mountain
waiting to be scaled
by only
the bravest souls.

Why, I wonder
do you weep sometimes
when I read my words
aloud to you,
when you are so
tough on the rest
of the world
a lioness with
bared teeth
at the ready

I never wonder
why I keep on loving you

forever,

though I don't
deserve to.