Thanks Misgiving

Oh Thanks Misgiving! I could fill volumes of your treachery of your faithlessness of your debauchery . Dad’s wine never tasted better on his bitter tongue he never could get it right though I’m sure he might see it a different way. And those lonely college days nowhere to go no one to see nothing to do no one cared. I remember The one that got away won’t remember won’t remember all the bloody words I cleaned up that month. And Jack and me head to toe in powder until the sun revealed our lies my biggest mistake’s father knew as he carved. The street-walker with her bag of despair (I only wanted her stuff) was more than accommodating more than willing to sort my affairs while I surveyed CVS for tinfoil it was only a Rolex. Three more years with alcohol’s queen that who just had to do as many jello shots as possible to finish her turkey. And that’s just 10 years worth (I’m 52) of self-inflicted gunshot wounds to the body to the heart to the mind. Oh Thanks Misgiving! I think I’ll just stay in this year and eat peanut butter and jelly I’ve given enough of me to you. (click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)