you’re no-one to me now

feeling in the dark the sharp edges
of the extremes
of that hurt and raging
caveman’s cave

being a pedantic
is a pedantic hell
aiming at tolerance
with that bottle in his hand
still pouring
still sipping
that lemon ginger syrup
so sweet and tingling
deliciously cold feelings
spreading slowly
greasing the deepest
bottoms of his black hole belly

the kind warrior
reported missing in action
straight in front
that mirror projecting
that foo bar image of himself
he burned a piece of art
god damn it
a whole village
with kids and women
and everything

he kicked her out
no remains remained
of the person
with the kind and loving heart
restoring the peace
and balance
of that empty space