hit the road jack

i write some of my best stuff

after a break up.

usually

twelve months

to sixteen months later,

after

the wound has closed

and the bleeding

has stopped.

you sit back and reflect

on what a moron you were

being taken

in by someone 

from the bottom of the

barrel when it comes

to ethics and morality.

like a moth to the flame

you were suckered in.

but it takes time to realize

that.

at first it's a lot of moaning

and wringing of hands,,

then, with distance

and time. you get your

mojo back.