Chores

Chores

 

watched the wine glass,

become an ashtray

 

a conversation with naked space,

kept stampless stationary tucked deep in the drawer

 

scenes from the past bolded themselves,

spelling out cursive jive I’d forgotten how to decode

 

fortunately, or maybe unfortunately,

this introspective rant became a fishing expedition without bait

 

got into Indian style on that mattress,

preyed out loud without yelling

 

vague shadows appeared along the wall,

I was digging for anything at this point

 

believing in commercials all of a sudden,

caused me to feel lonelier than I really was

 

wrote out my Shit To Do List,

realizing that none of my chores involved her anymore

 

I’d have to find a new dragon to chase,

preferably one with clipped wings this time around

 

By: Bryan Matthew Boutwell / LiveFiction.net

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