The Forest Fire in her Dendrites
The Tale of A Thousand Bachelors
By Scott WeatherbyPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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"How do I live the death of a bachelor?" - Panic! at the Disco, Death of a Batchelor
I
My cigars started
the forest fires in
your dendrites. Your
blood alcohol level
kept them alive. Some
get blanketed by morning,
others don’t.
II
I've lived the life
of a thousand bachelors. Men cowerin thy name. Women call me
The Reverse Sisyphus;
send their girlfriends
on pilgrimages to my gyprock
Palace. Having boulders come
to me is far from my curse.
III
You left your number
in the carriage of my typewriter. Such awaste of ink. Oh Damn, I just ran
out of tissues.
Wipe your tears on your sleeve, or
on my pillowcases. The maid changes
them every morning.
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Scott Weatherby
I'm a secretly morbid poet. https://www.instagram.com/scottweatherby/
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