An older poem newly revised. Unfortunately, a formatting problem prevented me replacing it in its original chronological place. Instead, it's being posted fresh.



Double Negative
June 8 2010

He kept on saying “irregardless”.

The word was a sulky child

sweeping the checkerboard clear

before all was lost.

It was a bulldozer,

leveling every argument I could muster

valid or not.

But he was oblivious,

stubbornly persisting

with double negatives,

never mind that awful concoction of a word.

His preference is clearly for emphasis

illogic be damned.

In fact, he loved double negatives,

couldn’t get enough.

I didn’t do nothing

he protested,

unaware how accurate he was.

I tactfully pointed out his mistakes,

which only made him more enraged

scathingly itemizing mine.

Whatever, I finally said

seeking refuge in Zen indifference,

not to mention the moral high ground

of letting go.

So, does passive-aggressive

cancel out as well?

But it’s these internal contradictions

that make us human,

how love and hate

pleasure, pain

can co-exist

And irregardless

of cutting words, objects hurled,

that unforgettable

post-fight sex.