mud pies

she says, why do you keep
writing about that nut you were married to?

I laugh and shake my head, I know,
I tell her.

but trust me, i just need to vent every
now and then, blow off some steam,

get her out of my head with a few jabs.

in reality i mean her no harm. i hope she's happy
with the boyfriend, or the husband or whoever
she ends up with.

i wish her well. i just need to sling a few
mud pies her way, every now and again.

it don't mean a thing. just part of the process.

it's the garbage out kind of thing.
you have to get it out of your system,
if you don't it will fester and boil over.
poison you from within.

in time, i'll completely be done, finished.
it's only been six months since that hell
on earth ended.

no worries, it's coming. almost there. almost.
just a few more pies
to sling.