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[opticnerves.livejournal.com]

I Was With Her Long Enough To Change Brands Of Cigarettes
by Bucky Sinister

We had a bottle of wine and a pint of rum
before we went into the fair.
It started with a kiss on the ferris wheel.
I didn't know that actually happened until then.
One of my favorite days of all time...

Six months later
I gave her money she referred to as "fetus money."
We were long over as a romantic couple.
That day she listed why she hated me.

I had told her I was sorry and said so again
but those words can't take away a clumsy fuck.

The way she talked to me
it sounded like her mistakes
never hurt anyone but herself.
My mistakes have bad aim
and always seem to hit those near me.

She looked so young
I felt so old
I had driven another away
or she'd changed
or vice versa
whatever it was
it was done
and I was tired of looking.

(from The Outlaw Bible Of American Poetry)

Comments

[nepal.livejournal.com]

Where'd you hear about Bucky Sinister? He does poetry slams in the Berkeley area.

[opticnerves.livejournal.com]

Having never been to that coast, I can't say as I've ever had the good fortune to hear him - I just read this one in the Outlaw Bible Of American Poetry and thought it was fucking brilliant.

[castling.livejournal.com]

great poem.