James Thurgood


     this is about another man’s love

my passion having dissipated

      long ago – I choose to blame

the myriad annoyances

     of domestic bliss

but it must have been before

between drinks and hangovers

     that I made my compromise with life –

a big word I was once advised

to avoid like death as no one believes

     you know what they mean

but like an inebriated mariner

     with an incomprehensible yarn

I will keep you here

     outside the wedding feast

and maybe that’s my real purpose

     but maybe it isn’t

and that hope too we share

     as if it were the last

drop of water on earth

     and our two tongues

in tasting its final sweetness

     taste each other


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