Karma, Dharma, Goddamn It and the Lessons in Loyalty, Betrayal, Love, Loss, Poseurs and the Compared to What Part all the Way to Coda and the Third Act On My Birthday and Her Again
Waiting for London calling
Wondering why she’s still stalling
Free falling, a speculated trajectory
Friendless and losing faster now
Using each other until that final curtain
Fuck boys and passive aggression
And even though certain, that final curtain
Dare to dream and scheme and never forget to preen
Posture, strike a pose, pandered pieces
Of soul and heart, bad art, broken lonely, cover songs
Smiling, smiling, smiling and repeat and lie some more
Until you are alone with yourself again
I woke up screaming on the morning of my birthday this year
Nothing new but the birthday — I honestly thought she would have called
Even if only to say a shallow “Happy Birthday!” like we all do on Facebook
Or to any acquaintance or even friendly strangers as it happens these days
In that now of then
When what you are
Was still what you’ve been
That taste of shallow sin
Becomes only regret
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William S. Tribell is a interdisciplinary artist. A musician, sometimes an actor, a Pulitzer nominated poet and so many other distractions. He is currently writing a lot about life, love and tragedy because that’s what she left him to work with. He has contributed to journals and magazines around the world and written some books. A cautionary tale, an oversexed ne’er-do-well starving artist type with erratic sleep patterns, and a penchant for travel, William blames most of his character flaws on not receiving enough hugs as a child. He thinks Birria tacos are amazing even with a stain on his shirt and no one to tell him, his favorite color is green and Koala bears still freak him out.
