Tragedy

Romeo kissed Juliet

Her body came, her body wept

It’s hard to give a shit for her

She spewed out spite & vinegar

& I know nothing of her pain

Spread eagle on a concrete slab of blame

Don’t care who she’s gonna hate

Romeo, or the poison that she ate

Could have been a bite of fatal flesh

Could be lost in my heartache

Could have been a reason to applaud

Might have been a grave mistake

I believe in holy fantasy

I believe in tempting fate

I can only laugh at tragedy

I can only sing at wakes

& I know nothing of her pain

It crept within my skin

I can cream on her remains

Shaking with embarrassment

            Over time I spent within her

            Over days, I longed to leave . . . . .