Just how much longer is this going to carry on?
It’s gotten so far beyond a joke, I’ve started to
overtake myself coming back the other way.
That woman haunts my bones,
like Confederate bugles still haunt
the fields of Gettysburg Pennsylvania.
Like the great whale haunted the quaking dreams of Captain Ahab.
This year has felt like a penance at times.
My sadness firmly entrenched and deep-rooted.
Things could have turned out so differently.
Things would probably have turned out exactly the same.
Take me down to the waters of the river Jordan,
pinch my nose, hold me under
and leave me there
til my feet cease
their kicking.
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