Monday
ides of March
New Moon
"I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him"
Not a decent day at all
They go sliding by
the days.
The fears mount
lease up soon-in June
want out
Monday-the Ides
I'd forgotten
That's why things were in such a state;
I-I was in such a state
a state of Nevada
horrors!
Kristena tells me you were here-
you didn't call
Hurt -at first
then realization, last two custody hearings
you did call-"wah wah pick me up from the airport"
You didn't even call in advance to warn me.
Yes, my fair haired baby boy:
Warn me.
For you are, and have been all these 33 years
a disaster trying to kill me.
I learned in this strange place
that it is possible to continue to love
with all my being-as I have all these many years:
Oh yes, you two are the loves of my life,
that will not change-
I learned in this land of debauchery
and of the magnificence of these spiritual mountains
That I can love you the same
but despiese the people you have become.
You are the rapier, the glisteningly sharp dagger
in my gut.