The tears I cried for you
all seeped into my pillow
staining it with my sorrow
mascara and lipstick.
When I woke up
the pillow resembled
a Jackson Pollock
so I did what any self respecting aritist would do.
I framed it and entitled it: 'YOU BASTARD YOU! '
Sold it a year later
to a geezer in a nice new pinstripe suit
who kept on repeating:
'Brilliant...fucking brilliant! '
for a (sorry snicker) a hundred knicker!
Bought two expensive bottles of bubbly and got drunk.
Ah! You can cry me a river...
...but now I'm over you.
And I'll always remember: 'YOU...
YOU BASTARD YOU! '
- the only work I ever produced not using paints
just sorrow and make up and sleep.
Guess you can call us quits!
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cry-me-a-river-for-gordon/
