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The Death of Love's Blues' #6 (October 2014)
by Steve Gigante




     So...
  Ostensibly, I'm supposed to be the 'relationship expert' of this here slop bucket of digital skulduggery.
  Yyyyyyyyeah.
  Any woman who's ever been involved with me for awhile knows how insanely preposterous such a title truly is. Still, why split crosshairs, especially when they're so wonderfully and time-testedly aimed at your own idiotic bleeding heart, right?
  Yeah, right.
  Sure, why not...
  I'm just gonna try to keep myself guessing because I love you like a left-handed girl loves opening a fresh pack of fluorescent-colored pencils. And each shockingly bright color is a guess. A beautiful guess held by her fingers and the focus of her eyes.
  Well, guess what?
  Mystery died.
  It got shoved up the ass of the Digital Age and suffocated like a bad, bad boy moved to the front of the class - not for being *bad*, but for preferring to scribble poetry with colored pencils in a notebook instead of keeping up with the online assignments carefully designed to make sure everyone passes. The subtle coercion of stupidity.  Anyway, she/he wrote:

"Dead eyes look on
Dead eyes
And see this world
See that
Sex
Is what you see
In my eyes
Something that's never
Gonna die
Or
Something
That's dead inside"

He wrote:

"Let me wander & sting
Let the angels bring shelter & light
Deep in the night

Hawk hovers
Field of corn
Autumn's grace is reborn
An apple
A worm
The Sun on the dirt
Truth is not truth if it doesn't hurt...

Let me wander & sting
Let the angels bring shelter & light
Deep in the night

A crow's lover is a lonely home
Creaking on the boards
Sucking on the bone
Buried in the backyard
Cornered by years
Love is not love if it disappears...

Let me wander & sting
Let the angels bring shelter & light
Deep in the night

Only those that dare to live
Can haunt the dead
There's a ghost treading water at the foot of the bed
The Great Spirit in the sky
and under the rails
Pulling us along our dusty trails..."

  She wrote:

"This is the last Fall
Before they turn the guns on us
They've been at our heads
They've been at our hearts
Long enough
It's time to unload
The dead have been walking around
Long enough
And I just wanna feel the sun
In all of us
Let.
Us.
Go.
'Til the Winter snow
Comes.
Back.
Again.
To be our friend...

Sell your diamonds
Sell your gold
Lick the sugar
In the bowl
Eat the dirt
You come frum
Make the wind
Give you sum
Some of what gets you
Over here
A little quiet
A little queer
Your hungry eyes
Casting a spell
No love to leave
Come on!
Rebel!
Cut from the steel
Laying down the track
I may cry when I go
But I won't look back...
I may cry when I go
But I won't look back...
Yeah, I may cry when I go
But I won't look back..."