I adore your latest effort.
Such a shame it will be ground
into dust— yeah, too bad for us all.
My mood ring is going disco
as I sift through your stanzas,
seeing what you took for good
from our moth-eaten monarchy,
thinking maybe you’d prove
that you weren't all that bad.
Oh baby you were cool—
the way you wanted it.
Darling you were sweet—
in patches, and like a peach
there were bruises all over.
My queen you were kind—
though I have said before
a thousand kindnesses
is not the same as kindness.
Lighthouse of an old life,
the day my hand was forced
to grasp the ticket in flight,
I buried relief between sobs.
My dear, you knew our reign
had reached its derelict end.
I am sorry we couldn’t be friends.
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