Stupid Love, Stupid Love

The first punch takes you completely off guard

The whiteness of it

The feeling you’ll have when deathblow comes

The whole stupid inevitability of it all

If you’re lucky, that great bitch Irony will raise her frothing head and add a little something at the end to ice your cake

You can’t love your enemy any more than your enemy can love you

The hammer falls, the bell chimes

Hitman, bullet, Griselda

The seemingly unimportant bald guy in the convertible Mercedes

With the blue .22 and a spot, like a black quarter

On his heart

Find something to do in the meantime

It will be glorious, it will be unique

That’s all we’ve ever been promised by anyone

A fight isn’t all that bad 

Compared to lifelessness and mundane parables

A fight is nothing 

To hang in a cell from a shoestring must be better than

Living on one

And eating raw shit day after day for 80 years

And the river goes flat

And the river runs brown

And the frogs scream as if being torn from the very sheets of existence

The blood boils and steam becomes flame and justice rides on three wheels backwards

And holly pricks deep into Christmas and love takes a knife

And steel runs deep into families

And words cannot stack without paper

You fight and you fight well

You fight endlessly for a decent memorable demise

Guaranteed to be one of a kind

Some just sound better than others do

They’re all worthy of attention

(The first punch, and something snaps, she never should have hit him)

There is a soul and there is an afterlife and there is something wondrous 

And beyond our present capacity to comprehend

Someone is going to be there to judge you

Not God, St. Peter or St. Pina Colada

It will be you

Your

Self

“He died a complete failure, couldn’t face another day.”

“She died of a stupid love, that cast her eyes into shadows”