Twice Upon a Time







The ants suicided;

they overdosed themselves with sugar;

their bloods thickened;

and they expired

from complicated diabetes and aneurysm.

Mourning, I brokedown and contemplated on the whys;

I was unsure

if my tears were for aching,

or I missed the ants-

coz they were with us in pink-painting the town.

Perhaps those fags–just like him–

they don’t understand what hanging on is all about.

They can’t wait ’til I cross the Mississippi River

to be with him, and assure him,

I was with him in all of our hopes and dreams. . .

. . . twice upon a time.






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