Ballad of a Breakup




Bored with her husband whose childish mind
thought that Gilgamesh was some primal find
she took her new love off of his throne
and laid him down on her bed of stone

Covered deep with writing quills
documents, contracts, and unpaid bills
swept them in disarray to the floor
closed and bolted the massive door

Then they fell down into a chasm
lordosis followed close on spasm
dip and thrill, gasp and sigh
shiver and chill, and repeated cry

When they finished they both got dressed
went to the bishop for their venery to be blessed
the children were handed to their father
or to their nanny when he couldn't bother

Now in this world of cresting disaster
she's off to the salon for a facial plaster
endless catalogues clutter her attention
with useless items we need not mention

In between patients she runs down the hall
to tell me the facts of her latest ball
her body has shrunk to a preset size
her skirt clings tight to her restless thighs

She wrecks her car and buys another
and complains of being both doctor and mother
somewhere deep one can spot her fear
perhaps it would surface with one more beer

Divorce is easy when your mind's made up
easier that smashing the wedding cup
but what have you got when you take off the ring
but one more precious thing to fling?