same old story

lives move on--except for mine

 

i light my peach cigar

walk my black cat on a lease

watch the dogs pass by

the birds fly, and

 

i stare at the sky

 

ex’s everywhere

enough to make a quad in a day, but

not the one

whose girl just gave birth

 

yes, my tits are still

magnificent

yes, i still taste

sweet

 

so i’m told

 

yes, i still have the stroke

of a genius

yes, i’m still

single

 

everyone is doing the married game

the mating game

the i’ll commit to anyone but you

tournament

 

while i got the hate mails

listened to the songs

he used to play for me

picked up adam & eve, and

 

drove away

 

cupic & psyche went to hell

and back

george had a day in the life

and me...

 

i still wade in purgatory

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

I like this poem very much - like the sense of this is the way things are - no apology or explanation necessary - and why the f**k do you ask me! haha I happen to be the first one to be divorced in a good group of women that half of would like to be divorced.... so I am the envy and the hated and the example the problem and the cure - and I will not apologize for this either. This made me say atta girl!!!!

Kath

[Everett DeValle]

I love how you put the cigar in your poem. Beautiful write Co Co. I always love reading you. ~Ev

[Julian]

Not everyones my good friend, although i can relate to the isolation you feel. keep putting that pen to your paper....you always express with originality and this is no different. Julian:)

[DUALFISH320]

HOLY S**T, I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! POR EL AMOR DE DIOS....I FELT YA FOR REAL ON THIS ONE!!!!!!!