My pathetic attempts at poetry
Brokeback Mountain
2 boys
up on a mountain
one with rodeos and blue eyes
the other silent and quiet
It happened in a tent
one lonely cold night
while the sheep were away
love at first fight
The morning after it was decided
through denials and blushes
to keep it a secret
no one's business but there's
2 men
down from the mountain
one married in a church
the other in Texas fucking a rodeo princess
Four years past before they're together again
a wife sees the kissing
but she keeps her mouth shut
and still a secret's its being
A couple of girls one has
along with his divorced wife
the other birthed a boy
whose grandpa was ruining his life
A misunderstanding
from south to north he goes
and when he gets there
the divorce wasn't for him
Up north one stays
giving into long legs and bouncy breasts
back down south the other goes
using another man to patch his broken heart
2 grandpas
on the mountain, by the river
drinking from the same bottle
august jobs and mustaches
Old regrets, what they never had
tears and fists turn into an embrace
their last fight
"I wish I knew how to quit you!"
Years later, mail comes
with red letters spelling DECEASED
and a postcard with a bag of ashes
that never makes it to Brokeback Mountain
2 shirts
are all that's left
of 2 lovers
hanging inside each other