Final Hearing

They lived too long in Legoland
with his and her bathroom sinks
amid protruding chemicals,
pretending to smell like peppermint,

but unbrushed teeth started to bite
his and her whiskey lips once soda sweet
on a king size bed as cold as ice
where now she makes love with Mr. Beam

and stares at a globe whose snow is dead
six months to the day since June seventeenth
while he in his one room studio
eats what would sicken a cockroach,

lights a second one from the first,
and downs a bottle of Rémy Martin
between remember's sunset and sunrise
until 9 o'clock tomorrow.

(Edited version from the "Five Senses Challenge"
in "Poetry Feedback and Discussion.")