Blue Baby ~ Saturday, May 10, 2025

I will die soon, I hope, the pain, so much

what do I care about others, they care
if their ship comes, money, money, money
like my older brother, he has the touch
like his love for cocaine and weed, the rush

death becomes me like a fur coat, I wear
in June, while drinking coffee with honey
even if I don't die, this pain, badly

suffering the inevitable brush
over there, Old Nick waits, holding a scythe
only Death is my friend, here by my side
no less patient than the Devil, I writhe

I dream it will all be over, my bride

how she left me for her patient, sadly
of course, with no sense of ethics, my wife
partial to a patient around her age
eventually, gave me a divorce, good

the ultimatum, she left me in strife
her, or the cats for adoption, how kind
ever the mistress, karma felt my rage

perhaps never say that I never should
as my memories of a shallow thief
indeed, she kept my last name, what a find
nay, for professional reasons, the whore

so much for love, Sandy Sanford, her name
obviously, a joke, she set the score

muchas gracias, cock sucker, her game
unfolds as Sandra da Cunha, such grief
carnality with Sandra Kay Sanford
how I longed for the umbilical cord