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John Sholto Douglas, 8th Marquess of Queensbury B. 7.20.1844 Florence / D. 1.31.1900 London Badness What is morbidity but a mood of emotion or a mode of thought that one cannot express? (The Soul of Man Under Socialism, Oscar Wilde, 1891)
What is morbidity? It’s killed me that I didn’t get to be with you or you. This is morbidity: It’s slain me not to share your kiss— but something went amiss The gray of cold afternoons something went amiss in how I needed to be near or far away The sedentary’s back and bowel complaints when you were part of the romance chances were untaken Yogic disciplines abandoned vital distances between us stayed uncrossed while I clung.
Why am I so morbid? It was expected of me that I would be rich and famous. This is the reason: It shames me to admit this but I bought it too Walls lined with opera recordings and books I’m still buying every day if I am honest and unguarded The mother in the parlor with the ear daydream oases beckon me to linger in the days between us while I think of you instead— Patriarchy snores when you are part of the equation chances are I’ll be okay. Consolation Site: Better than Boxing Day
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