I Am Torn In Two But I

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.

Pulling Off The Fat Diamond Engagement Ring, Pulling Off The Elopement Wedding Ring, And Holding Them, Clicking Them In Thumb And Forefinger, The Indent Of Twenty-five Years, Like A Tiny Rip Leaving Its Mark.

Everyone Has Left Me Except My Muse, That Good Nurse. She Stays In My Hand, A Mild White Mouse.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft And Full As Beer.