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No Time For Cupid
There’s a clock on my wall in the den – striking ten as I slink down the hall - simply remembering when our passion was valid and truthful and honored and sacred. Now the clock strikes again chiming four – on the floor, a famous cherubim writhes from the lash of my claw. His flush face turns pallid. He’s cringing there duct-taped and naked. See my blood loom like lye in a glass on your table. So swig me and swill me - there’s no warning label to inform you of danger when romance goes awry. Your amorous arrows belie. Once again the clock strikes singing eight – it’s too late as I relive the likes of a cursed crippled fate - without legs to stand on I’ll falter and stumble to then fall. Six a.m.- dawn has cracked. You may leave – please perceive your silk bags are all packed there’s no time to bereave and before you’re begone - take this clock, as your gift, from my wall. My aorta grew cold in a bowl on your table. Now chew me and chomp me and swallow when able. Cupid’s retiring - and his bow’s being sold; his lackluster work I’ve cajoled. Written for and dedicated to my loving Father: John M. Heck 01/18/1935 - 02/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 John Heck. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs