Odd man

the odd man

i've been happy you know  

he said; the bracket fell off the wall

breaking the awkward silence,

stubbed a toe with the hammer

wincing while confessing,

i could hardly blame his pain

the way he blamed my smile 

those memories of his dancing

broken leg hampered rhythm

alcohol brokered language 

into reincarnated ancient tongues

no soothsayer could ever conjure

if sadness gave him labrador eyes

not many saw past them

he built a rock garden

omitted plants and remarked

how stupid people were

it's a damn rock garden isn't it?

god was a perplexing ghost

full of holes and asexual

neither committed sins

so needed no forgiveness

unless it was George next door

said he was descendant of rasputin

and the only type of monk he'd admire

George said he was bonkers

but it wasn't a stretch 

to see the poison hidden in a beard

a swarthy russian accent

to know he'd hit the mark 

i remembered the day he buried her

the trinkets going into the box

tossed into the ground

while he murmured his words

she said i was her treasure

be buggered if i'm going with her

there are two bottles of whiskey left

they'll be pickling him shortly

i might buy a jar

just to keep for a laugh

Written by cannonsfire

'I shall see myself, I shall read myself, I shall go into ecstasies and I shall say: Is it possible that I should have had so much spirit?' (Nietzsche)

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