The Wool

Some times
a man
must
pull the wool
over his own eyes,

just to make it through the day.

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Broken Men, Broken Women

Good men

Are broken

By broken women

Born of broken mothers

By broken fathers

Who’ve broken

Good women

The difference between women, men, and scars.

Scars heal.
Women don’t.
Women remember everything.
Every failed step.
Every spoken word, every mistake.

But women forget sometimes,
that men too
are unlike scars.

Men don’t heal either.
Men remember everything.
Every time, every opportunity.
And every failed step.

Then there are scars.
The untimely breakup,
which neither swears
they ever saw coming.

Ourselves as liars.

Imagine

there are two sides to every story,

sometimes three, four,

most times there are twelve.

It depends,

on who we are, who we’ve been

and who we’re trying to be,

like auditioning for a role.

And it’s easy to say,

that you never tell a lie,

or that I’m always wrong.

If I were to believe that,

if you, are so able to believe that

then, clearly

somebodies a liar.

Listening to Old Country Songs on Women’s Day

You don’t even have to read between the lines.

With all their talk about cold, cold hearts,
bouncing between heartache and chord progression
like a broken record, it’s apparent
why these yodeling old cowboys are obsolete.

Did they ever really sound that good in their time?

At least the melodies sound good, silly boys
if I could remove your voice, I would,
and in its place insert the songs of a woman,
who’s light shines brighter than your sorrow.

Mercedes-Benz –┬ánow that’s a song with heart.