The Pair Of You, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Some may notice my set list
Is inspired by the dead
They’re reaper obsessed, self critical
To an epic tragic infliction

I’ve been on that ledge, that precipice
I’ve read their stanzas of instability
Dependency and independence
Defiance, alliance in attacking misogyny

I’ve suffered stabbing rejection
Felt abandon, tossed out, bleeding
I told my liver to go fuck itself
My new lover was whiskey

They were successful unfortunately
I wanted to exit slowly, put myself
In a position, point of no return
Oh cirrhosis, why did the doctor

Inform me, that this one organ
Could repair itself, if I abstain
To which I did, and still do
I was able to muddle through

The pair of you, Sylvia, Anne
I won’t play
In your death metal band
I am uncoordinated in any case

Sylvia you speak of it
As an art, or a call
Anne, you turned the engine
And breathed in it all

To the observer, about to fall
Running in a horror movie
Endless hall, expanding faster
No last call, drink up, it’s the law

I emulate, to stimulate, not suffocate
The triumph of your collections
Aren’t weighted down by a headstone
Though decades gone, I’m not alone.
(end)

I love to read Anne Sexton and Sylvia Path poems because they inspire me. So often I will write an ode poem to them about one of their poems.