Facts are poor and pissing things
Lost in a green lawn
Where the pool was shocked
For eyes to be stung
Facts have no meaning unless shrieked
Screamed so loud they stress the picture
window and its scoop of suburb
to point of fracture
A scream smoked and peaty and single malt
“You kept sleeping you bitch
when you heard our daughter had snuck out.
Get out of that bed now.”
And then a gun made its appearance
Oddly shy and quiet the .357
Serving as punctuation, an exclamation point
On a husband’s scattered thoughts
Words too fussily labored over
This fact gone went missing amid the ph-balanced water
Gushing the next day from the side of the pool
Like innocence aborted
Forgotten, all this that happened,
In a Sunday scrum over a steaming fowl.
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Just Facts
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