Taste Every Pearl.

You were lost on the first day

When you saw each other and thought

Kingdoms may come and go but this will last

Fresh in youth's folly you were game

Though the goal posts kept shifting with age

A subtle motion, like tectonic plates sliding

Almost unnoticeable until your house falls down

And the mutable things turn to mutable crap

Compromises turn to tit for tat

The little things become mountains so high

You cannot see above them to glimpse the sky

Yet you know the sky exists, out there

Only you're stuck in weeds looking at your dick

Thinking: remind me what this is for again?

That's right. There is a child: think quick

Too late. The state has intervened

And you, as a father, have been quarantined

So the shit thickens as it does when left to fester

The law is an ass, your life is a farce.

And you accountant says your finances

Will not pass muster

So you hit the booze like slapping a mate on the back

No doubt she'll have an investigator keeping track

That won't go down well in the custody battle

Will you fold, acquiesce, settle?

Now you literally have nothing

Except that with which you came into this world:

A penis, half a brain 
And the need to taste every pearl.

© shaun patrick green 2016

The Unknowing.

Airing wet sheets in warm weather

Whether we are together

Strange comfort from a distance

Was it decided?

We weren't decided

It was undecided

Staring at wedding photos

While our child scampers loco

Who were we then?

Was it strange?

It was strange

There was strangeness

Our honeymoon was unsettling

We spent our time scuttling

From one bottle of Gin to another

Was it flattering?

We were not flattered

It was unflattering

Who decides where we go now

Disease or discomfort

Or just a lack of knowing how

We are the last to know

The last knowing

The unknowing

© shaun patrick green 2016