An Old Bit Of Poetry

A poem from a good while back....

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                                     Broken Sonnet: Nikki: Psychiatrist’s Notes
 
                             His ex who dreams in madness dreams his eyes.
                             She calls his name; she mentions him to walls.
                             She broods on him at home in bed. Sometimes she cries,
                             Sniffling into tissues filched from ladies’ stalls.
                             (I shouldn’t mock; you’ll think me hard as nails.
                             It‘s her that makes the jokes. She’s tough. She says,
                             “I‘m bored. Let‘s booze like portside sailor boys.”)
                             Mad acts, I know, should not our souls disport.
                             The mad need balance, one hand to grip the rail,
                             A guiding tug to bring them into port.
                             “Is God with me?” She asks the ceiling tiles.
                             “Or am I lashed and broke on Fortune’s wheel?”
                             Some nights he visits, gives a kiss, a smile,
                             The shabby blandishments of a barker’s spiel.
                                    They shared a kingdom once, joined flesh and bone;
                                    But now they reign apart on ruined thrones.
                                                                                    --2007