Memorial Day - (poem)

You approached the middle of a crisis 

like a pissed off drunken Pisces 

I’m the city you only ever 

drive right on through.

But the time has come to pass 

where we’re all running out of gas 

& the cell signal and triple A 

just both won’t come through.

I will never understand 

the empty ring finger on my hand

or why my life’s been an endless white water rapids drive through 

They say you know when you know 

& that you reap just what you sow 

Surly, I wish, that you had knew.

Because the shadows they grow long 

across an unloved lawn 

that should have been 

mowed 

over a week ago. 

I told the cops about the hole behind your bedroom door 

and that it’s funny that they had phoned.

Because I don’t want this imposter, this wife on loan,

to call me anymore 

I don’t want to eat her dinner and I don’t want her to eat mine, 

there’s no place for my placemat anyways. 

It’s not so much my patience 

we’re just all running out of time 

I’m tired of being optional 

I’m tired of being alone 

So keep our households separate 

She never should have phoned 

I see his faces in other faces 

It’s like he is a holy ghost 

But she casts his pearls like they’re bacon 

When he’s the one I loved the most 

So no, I don’t want to screw 

I don’t want to play Monopoly so please just go get Clue 

Because the next time that she calls me 

it’s a call that won’t come through 

Yes, my love, 

The next time that she calls me 

it’s a call that won’t come through.