for formerly Bonnie L. Garcia
and formerly Marci K. Garcia,
with fondness and humility
Holistically speaking, she you divorced
is one fantastic fitch on a quarterly
basis at minimum. That's three months of coerced
servitude, bloody attitude, disorderly
fits of public theatrics, so on and so forth,
for every single frcking year endured
with an egg-shedding nut-cracking whore worth
exactly half of everything procured
by you who's kissed his retirement goodbye
from the couch where you live in your mother's den.
Forget her! You're a peacock primed to fly!
As was I - which is why I get it when
I see a brother, sad and confounded,
that absent his wife, life's a mother; grounded.
Categories:
marci, divorce,
Form: Sonnet
THE IDES of MARCH 2019
Owls were Hooting with
Gobbling Turkeys &
Yipping Dogs joined
The Serenade
Under the
Half Moon.
Categories:
marci, march,
Form: Free verse
Mid-April evening, overlooking Clear Lake
at Chelsea’s Wine Bar, a party of one:
Sipping white zinfandel, I feel the chill
of my half-empty glass while fancy-free
flatware clatters impassive pageantry.
A moment. An hour. Another, until,
on the wooden veranda, I see you take
a familiar draw from your lipstick stained
cigarette. I thought you had quit awhile back.
I couldn’t - and step outside where the
unchanged breeze holds a subtle hint
of perfume. That hasn’t changed. I hesitate,
but then say “hello”. Turning away, you say
“it’s late”. I nod. Unnoticed by agreement.
5/1/2017
For Fancy Free Poetry Contest
Categories:
marci, divorce, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
Though endings soon arrest litigious wrongs,
Injustice stains without impunity,
When who I’d rather share romantic songs,
Declares to God abhorrent thoughts on me;
In days from now when Marci testifies,
That evil lurks in me, a violent man,
She’ll have to look directly in my eyes,
Where she’ll see tears that still don’t understand.
My case is strong and lacks no confidence,
For truth determines judgment’s final rule,
But justice overturns by consequence,
That comes when soulmates end their vicious duel.
I know my only choice was one to fight,
But how can love on trial make matters right?
Categories:
marci, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
What’s found now hangs as my own halved for you,
Written at twelve by hands soon under six,
Unwound aware when would life’s clock subdue,
Clutching now tightly this last crucifix;
For when sins unremembered yours found cross,
Heaven declared for those health should submit,
Then started ends of our summer-love lost
Where more that was promised time won’t permit;
Yet, for salvation and gratitude held,
Take these descriptions told relished all while
Cancerous anguish forged quick and compelled
To steal peace within me brought by your smile;
Remember fondly love’s time before tears,
Walk with me Marci, once more through our years.
9/12/16
4:49 PM
Categories:
marci, love,
Form: Sonnet