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someday she’s going to go too far.
someday she’s going to see what i’m really made of
and it’ll be no more mister nice guy. she’ll say the
wrong thing for the last fucking time and i swear to christ –

derwood! you just missed the turn! what on earth
are you thinking about!?

“sorry dear.”

thinking about how i’m going to dispose of the body,
that’s what i’m thinking about. how’s that grab you?
one of these days i’m just going to take an axe
or something, and sneak up behind –

derwood! it’s here. turn HERE! i swear i just don’t
understand where you’re head’s at sometimes!

“yes dear. sorry dear. just daydreaming i guess.”

daydreaming about where your head’s gonna be
at, after i separate it from your skinny neck with a chainsaw.
yeah, that’s right. not an axe. a big fucking chainsaw that’ll
slice it off so quick you’ll still be partly alive –

derwood! there’s a parking space right there in front.
oh, look, you missed it! now somebody else took it. oh,
derwood can’t you do anything right?

“sorry dear, I guess not.”

except for whacking off your head. yeah, i’m pretty sure
i’ll be able to do that right. just watch me. just watch
as i do something right. will you be proud of me then? dear?
will you be proud as i take my –

derwood! are you coming inside or am i going to have to
do all of the shopping myself?

“chainsaw and bring it down it over your….i’m sorry dear,
what was that?”

honestly, derwood! i said are you coming inside? and what
on earth was that about a chainsaw?

“nothing dear. nothing at all.”

honestly, derwood! what on earth goes on in that
head of yours?

“nothing dear. nothing at all really.”

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I like it; I like the language. This poem suits how I’m feeling atm in this heat - hot and bothered…

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I did a renovation for a friend, a prominent lawyer, and his wife. In the midst of it all he said something like, “When you get married, the part of your brain that used to make the right decision atrophies”.

Sadly, being right, a form of preeminence, is one of the ways we try to fill the void in our life. If we fail to recognize that being right and any of the other ways we try to fill the void, can not give us that sense of meaning we crave, we will keep trying and trying harder with out realizing how self-destructive the effort is until…

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I sympathize with the husband in this poem. I sometimes feel like this. I dont know where these feelings come from, and I know they arent reasonable. This is by no means an admition of insanity.