the underhand

I have no defense
against the underhand
the suckerpunch
the psychological breakdown,
slipped in on the side
with a plate of eggs
and hashbrowns
three links, fried crisp
and greasy

the fall, the break
and the regret,
cleaving to me
like 50 years
of undigested, failed
relationship

the split was phenomenal
the rise, undeniably unexpected
I wrecked a perfectly good
ruinous end
for a better friend --
the man in the half-moon
clambering for a peek
at the same man
in the half-moon
of a silver mirror