Don’t drown me
In balsamic words;
Driveling frothy sarcasm and
Leaving me tongue-in-cheek full of
You rabid dog!
At the mere untwisting
Of your verbal crap;
My jaw clenches!
From my clear, half-full water glass –
Life was acidic enough from dew to dusk!
Now I tend to the sweet nectar of the gods
And hear that you still spin a murky cynic’s malt and even sweat
The years I walk away,
Farther and farther
From your shit-eating grin,
The more I love
This joy I’m in; sweet anti-venom called
“Poetry after Divorce”