Saturday, June 11, 2011


Was that thunder?

Or is she calling me?

Thunder, this time!

I have been notified
i am no longer
a contender
for husband of the year

and here ever after
all notifications
will be handled
in the order received

and i have notified her
of her qualifications
which could use
some paint

i am prepared
to go down fighting
if that's what it takes
taking nothing back
that should not have
been taken for granted

this is the last
and final place
I'll ever admit
i wrote this

if poetry
has come to this
there is no hope
for any of us

except to hide
in our won shadows
and burp
ourselves to sleep

1 comment:

Friko said...

A lucky escape?