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2008-12-29
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