tears

tearing my heart into two
easily you drank, sucked
all that life giving blood
ridiculing the good of many years
simply dumping me with tears, for another

sucking his nipple with hand on his penis
rejected, then, that early love
authentic, and matured with much tears
easing your many miseries of early days
those tears, making you strong like iron wood

summer bird of yesteryear

every time i peep into my backyard
through that bay window
in my large living room
that summer bird of yesteryear,

(my fluttering memories of that woman
a new canadian goose
who decided to fly away
with another gander,

no – that white peacock,)
flies into to my unkempt garden
to torment and torture
me; my heart with six bypasses

then, threatens to stop
while, the cancerous cells, around
my daughter’s neck, multiply
like weeds in a neglected patch