Haitian Divorce

Poetry Jam


7 years of renovation
hard slog
down the tube
down the gurgler
into the swirl of
sexually transmitted debt

everything gone
up in smoke
psycho flattened it
with his dunhill leather gloved hand




because it got in the way
of his dinky toys  classic cars
and nap time


i would like to blame myself
for not seeing the signs
but no one could have predicted
the extent of self destructiveness
and sheer lunacy in this one
with his lovely show pony manners
and fluent french



how many times can i start again
with nothing and a new kiss of death in tow
(stop laughing Rall)
a lot it seems