Better Times

Dire Sunday

Strains of mellow heat

Return me to my placated classroom, and I might love again when my eyes are covered in night

Heathen heartthrobs sounding a guttural cry

“Sever my ears!”

I was once in joy

Telling a joke to my naked wife

She did not laugh

This was the last time I was ever happy.

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