the malignant syndrome once called "our love,"

I no longer count
the wasted years I spent
with you,
Pragmatic female demon,
in what was once described
as a "transitional"
"heterosexual relationship."

Now despairing and disruptive
I have drunk of you to the bitter dregs
my mouth no longer desires
the MacDonaldized taste of your kisses.

My ears no longer wish to hear
the torrential nonsense that
errupts from your mouth
I don't believe that
global vaginahood
will save the spotted owl
or that the all wars will end
when people embrace each other with love

I don't believe that and I don't really care
I am so battle fatigued from being with you
that I should be in hospice on morphine
I spent years fighting that silent epidemic
of poor oral sex and all other manner
of pathologizing practices.

For the record I admit
for a time I enjoyed
huffing the fear and exhilaration
from our years of risky play.
Now what can I say
the malignant syndrome once called
"our love,"
must be aborted.
There I've said it in un-plain English
Do you want really want me
to repeat it again?

Capitano Tedeschi

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the malignant syndrome once called "our love," copyright March 18, 2009, by Jamie Jacks

Oh how we yearn to return to that paradise now

For you there may be
no happy ending
For we seeded
your future
with all manner of woe

You will reap the harvest
of all our many follies
Reaganism, the Prosperity Gospel
and the greatest of all frauds,
the so-called American Dream

Meanwhile we sleep undisturbed
by our disasters
believing ourselves to be
more than just works in progress
entering our 60th years
stronger, healthier and more
psychologically deluded
than all our illustrious forbearers

Pride bringeth folly
Oh yes it do!
Delusion bringeth death
not just for us but for you
When we yielded to the deviant temptation of power
power is more erotic and as one ages
as good and maybe even better
than kinky sex
I'll get back to you on that.

We were not blind
Make no mistake we were
tatooed on body and on soul
with mission statements and corporate visions
The world was...our mirror
everywhere we looked we saw ourselves

We had no time for the petty, eccentric
ethics or habits of the dying Victorian Age
not for us was thrift, or prudence or patience
we were all just artists
we were all just doin' our thing.
soon our run will be over
right now there's not a whole lot of ooomph left

I'll tell you plainly this place
wasn't paradise when we entered this world
But as we get older we look
at the world of our childhood
in black and white photos
Oh how we yearn to return to that paradise now

Sorry the way things worked out
Very bad for you, not so hot for us either

Capitano Tedeschi

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Oh how we yearn to return to that paradise now copyright March 11, 2010 by Jamie Jacks