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You are late
always very late
Whether it's a Thursday
or Saturday night date.
So I sit upon the crate
(a makeshift dining chair)
and contemplate.
I think "oh shit, that's just great"
You have my most recent issue
of Slate.
So without entertainment I stew
and think of an imaginary mate.
Someone to soothe the hate
but I'm so horribly mind fucked
I can't seem to masturbate.
Thank you,
thank you very much
for not keeping in touch.
Picking up a fucken phone
so I wouldn't sit all alone.
Wondering if these shoes
match my dress
The one I wore to confess
what I did last Thursday
(when you were away)
with your best friend Ray.
Whose never late.
- COMMENTS
wildsweetoneover 16 years agoi mentioned this poem in the New Poem Review thread in the Poetry Forum. please feel free to come along and join in with other poets. the 50% temperature rating is so that it does not affect future temp ratings. - wildsweetone
