Poems

I will write a poem
While I'm waiting for you to come home
It was a difficult day
But I am waiting up for you anyway
Because your day too was tough
And that is reason enough
It's late my love
Come home my love
Get in your car and drive
I am waiting for you to arrive.

The cat is gone and we bought a brand new chair.
We left dirty dishes in the sink overnight,
And opened a can of tuna unmolested.

I can write without an editor on my shoulder
And read without claws kneading my chest.
It is so damn lonely here without him.

I no longer have to save grocery bags
With which to remove cat shit from the litter box
And I don't have to get up at three am to let him out.

Three am was when he was attacked.
Four raccoons bit and clawed him until I chased them away.
Two days later I okayed a lethal injection.

We could leave for the weekend, just you and I.
No worries about finding someone to sit with him.
He always got so lonely without us.

There is no venom in my bite, love,
I'm not that kind of snake.

Musicians sing and play
At the edge of the bay

I asked you please
To dance with me

In curved night’s
Moonish light

if anyone asked me
I'd say I don't want to waste my life
but if they asked me this
they would probably ask me on Facebook
and I'd tell them as a comment
and then click on something else

and then realize
like I just did
that time is life
and that yes, I'm wasting my life
two minutes at a time, and that
I'd better write a poem