splitage a trois

she calls for some reason a chance
to break bad on the ex. suing for
every last i love you she left in the bed.
home destruction, using mom bombs
hate gongs. everyone exy
these days, some contentious, like
i want my this and my that
you useless twat.

some not so bad, just sayin so long
i'll catch you friendly some day, ok?
like you're off with a kill and i'm finding
a star chaser like me.

he tells me she was a profligate spender
i tell him all about even. ante up all that
nostalgia how i wouldn't give it up,
this future, not for dreams or youth not
for all the sex in scorpio.

what you was missing.
and i missed the kissing.


see it was like that bermuda triangle
where he was the sargasso sea and she was a twin
engine plane in a clear sky, everything
paradisical, musical even, with bright cyan streaks
on the western horizon. then one engine began
coughing , the plane split in two, ameoba like
so no blood was lost, except the usual manner
in cycle, in sync, and the sea swallowed
both for a while. a slow triangle with gusts
billowing thru white sheets, guages spinning
wavery and wild and all the while, an i luv you song
being written, in ex clusive combination. she
wonders when it was born. someone
had to be spit out. back to single vision world.
and so they all fell; sargasso and one single
engine planes, off the map. he destroyed
every man's fantasy, and she was alone
again, amelia in the ongoing sky.