savage mistral

 the winds of change are steady and unavoidable.
those winds blew across me when we met,
twisted me into a captivated provider, deaf and
dumb, and blind to the veil of deception that
surrounds your heart.

I was the light at the end of the tunnel.
you turned off the light, and barricaded the entrance
with bricks made of lies, mortar marbled with venom.
I wanted to be the song in your head.
you fired the band and flushed the sheet music.

the allure of occasional sex kept me in chains,
prisoner of my own sin.

but at last those cold winds have blown again and
hurricaned the wool from my eyes. I see the walking
heartbreak that you are: whore of Babylon or downtown
Burbank, wherever the bus stops.

you entice men with that neon Drive-Thru sign between
your legs, a siren drawing sailors to their destruction,
a promise that has no foundation.

do not return. my door and my heart are locked.
I will wash away your memory with the soothing
amnesia of my whiskey decanters, and the ghosts
of tortured lovers will comfort me.