“I wanted some time by ourselves. Lisa said she wasn’t in to it. You know, a clean slate never again. Ok fine, I couldn’t let her tell Barb. I did not get angry with her. I played the guitar; I sang her a song. We uh .. went our separate ways” — Nate Fisher on Lisa Kimmel, from Six Feet Under, (S4, E10, “Falling Into Place”)
V1
the butcher at that, charcuterie
is a quiet man, part eulogy
a violent man, part duel and flee
part do his part dutifully
regular time, returned to home
not yet had he heard his phone
ring-a-ling or chirp a tone
that his wife Lisa was turnin’ home
“what of it ?” — “where was she ?”
he puzzzled over uncomfy
“how could a lady so lovely
truly be counted as trusting ?”
not fact: but he, fantasized
about his is pretty wife
slappin’ thighs
with random guys
strangers in dive bars,
broken bathroom lights
he thought, i’m gonna be frank, Lisa
you ain’t rainbows and unicorns
you work angles and get entangled
with the wedded man in a uniform
and i am just a meat forcer
butcher, bacon-pusher
why wouldn’t she let
officer billy ?
club her in the tusher
now back in, IRL
Lisa, alive and well
with a couple gifts in hand
slice of apple pie an’ ale
the butcher at that, charcuterie
felt like he acted buffoonishly
it’s hard to see
reality
when all he can
is jealou-see
V2
it’s the makin’ of somethin’ positive
turning negative, into oxygen
the sedimentary rock within
now evidently, a lava gem
hydrothermal fluid
is the anger in his chest
mixing minerals and memories
of his wife and happyness
what’s the color of love ?
is it green ?
or is it this — is it clear quartz crystal
or a purple amethyst ?
it used to pump blood
now his heart’s an empty chamber
of secrets and sentiment
possibly volcanic danger
25 JUL 2017 | Copyright © B. Yee
Lyrics from the album, Where Wolves Lie, 2017, by BMEDD & Shinobi