[Douglas G. Brown]

Taking a lugubrious and cliché-ridden swing around the chain reaction circle...

Suspecting you had been untrue, I viewed your Facebook chatter;
Rewarding friends with “dividends”? Our arguments grew louder.
Romance you dished to all who wished; it didn’t really matter.
Respect for me would never be; and then you took a powder.

Recalcitrant is my descent from bliss to abject sorrow;
With you moved out, I have no doubt that life will be a bummer.
Remembrance of these past events makes me abhor tomorrow;
Will skies persist to drizzle mist? Will blizzards spoil my summer?

Regretting you … till grass grows blue, till margarine is butter,
Receding seas leave Celebes connected to Australia,
Angolan banks make Marks and Francs the currency they utter,
Rouen decrees a ban on cheese, and Google is a failure.

Escaped from here, I miss you dear, and weep a Mississippi;
Imagining what path will bring me from depressive lapses -
Submerge myself in pomp and pelf, or be a grungy hippie?
Ethanol is best of all to deaden my synapses.