The End Of The Affair

The End Of The Affair short poem

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He didn’t think about her for a week
despite the Manchester slags
carping in the rental car lobby
while their children disassembled
democracy and the drumbeat
of the universe tore the cloud cover
razed the concrete like blackberry canes

way down the country where every meal
is a tooth and gear monstrosity
he sucked the stewed juices
plants and animals that submitted their
succulence then salted, boiled
left to turn rancid he felt her congeal
then slough off his bones

like the glazier said after cutting his throat
there should have been pain
so those many nights of jockeying
barstools trying to catch floozies in a certain
brown light that might mirror some of her
own stripe of mania would have to stand in
even if the blood on his shoes was invisible

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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