Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

dino our beloved friend and poet
wrote this amazing confessional series
and well in that spirit I too will use that light
to craft a follow-up story to my last post
and we'll see were this thing goes,
so let me offer these additions
the night she left I sat on the porch drinking
starring off and on at the psychedelic porch plants
occasionally exchanging pleasantries
with passersby known and unknown
and damn it if I didn't wake up at dawn
in that same old upholstered porch chair
you hippies no what I mean, and I got dressed
went off to work
when i got home Everything was gone
the old guy next door said, " Her 3 brothers
pulled up one of them big old moving vans,
and cleaned her out !"
I believe that's the way he put it.

we come into the world empty-handed
we leave the world empty-handed.
and you got an empty-handed in between.

Powerful. What are you going to do? I'll have to catch up on Part 1

(not intended to upstage your piece, but to jam on the theme...)

way back in the last century
I was on a team of computer programmers
who'd gather 'round the watering hole every Friday night:
Willy, Carl, three Steves, two Mikes, a Tom and a Greg
others I can't recall...
and we all brought along our SO's into
an uneasy alliance of personalities
in constant, low-level conflict
sniping and jostling
then
a guy named Kevin joined the team
I liked Kevin - he was funny, friendly
but the alliance didn't agree
and one night
they all stood when Kevin walked in
and dragged their menfolk out
I broke ranks - invited him to join us -
but he knew what was going down
thanked me and declined
and we didn't see much of him after that.
...
my wife and I seemed to lead the way in lifestyle changes
first to marry
first to buy a house
first to reproduce
this last set us apart
and when I changed jobs
my defection was not taken well
so that one night what happened to Kevin
happened to us
Betty cried all the way home
while I seethed...
but there was something else underneah
an unexpectedly agreeable feeling I couldn't pin a name to
til the next day:
Liberation
in cutting us loose they'd set us free
she changed jobs shortly after
and neither of us ever looked back

Breaking up
Is hard to do.
I dunno/ I just think it’s funny
The way people pack furniture around
I told one of my rich friends
I could never live like you do
Renting my house out for the weekend
Carrying food from the fridge
To a cheaper rental for the weekend
I cannot even sleep on the same sheets once my headache begins
It ends
It’s over

The poem is very beautiful
Inspiring