some how
we finally
dead blooms
that garden now
tossed out
that broken
our dismantled
disgruntled marriage
now everything
righteously thrown
into some
composting dump
so finally
ruthless together
we circled
in and out
of tight corners
gathered up
all that
unsightly
marriage trash
bagged it up
tightly
tossed it out
not a trainload
but a truckload
contrite garbage
uncomfortably accumulated
through twenty
gushing years
rough stuff
neither of us
every truly
really needed 
oddly even
truly wanted
so much
disheveled stutter
jammed nooks
cluttered crannies
even those
lost moments
forgotten times
emotional things 
both of us
steadfastly neglected
now time 
had come
relegated lastly
clearing up
all that
domestic trash
mash everything
into something
almost manageable
into one thing
finally ending
timely sending
old thoughts
unforgiven feelings
muttered phrases
guttural reeling
sharp bits attached
to damaged pieces
we would
how could we 
ever need
bags of neglected
brooding creed
attired with
rainbow colours
frayed strings
other greedy hues
conspired things
that made
us bleed
made us cry
so now
all these years
so much later
yet somehow
utter amazing
work together
we have
thrown out
our broken
alligator marriage
all those
reptile parts
being artless
sodden baggage
in what
was left
of our
tragic mess
lost love
smeared blood
coffee stains
wounds left
completely uncaring
spoiled
soiled bedsheets
even that
damn plastic
wash tub
full of tepid
intrepid scum
dirty bath water
our broken toys
half-submerged
all those
old moldy
liquid ploys
dirty rings
ringing that
imperfect tub
impertinence
wicked piled
high upon
a token carriage
nearby
we stand
hereby
sifting ashes
even after
all these years
after marriage
infamously ended
set fire
to itself
but who
famously cares
discouraging flames
consumed us
encouraging divorce
life's carnal voice
resumed us
some new choice
tossing all that
suburban trash
regurgitated chat
resolving that
long lasting
marriage force
time unresolved
those golden rings
forever brash
sealed lips
broken fingers
trash separation
a bruised goodbye
to conventional marriage
which you and I
intentionally
eventually
never truly solved

 

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