poem of the day 10.16.14

her shitty red car

she had taken to creating drama

between the two of us

she hardly came by to see me

when she did it was for a minute or two

just to make sure that i was alive

where she left me drinking beer on my bed

she looked me over to assess the damage

that she was doing

and like god she saw that her work was good

it was hard to think that only weeks before

we had been holding hands and fucking like bunnies

but now i stormed out of her shitty red car

more than i cared to count

frustrated, defeated, and done with all women

i always tried to get it so that we were closer

to my apartment before i stormed out of her ride

a few times i had to go the distance

because i just couldn’t take her anymore

she’d always show up the next day

to see if i was still breathing

finally we had it out in a church parking lot

where i’d sometimes go with a bottle of beer and sit

she said she cared for me but there was someone else

i wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction

of getting nuts over it

hell, i wasn’t even going to storm out of her car

because that was his job now

i sat in her shitty red car saying nothing

i fiddled with her radio and laughed

until she told me that it was time for me to leave

it pissed her off that i was so placid

when i didn’t go as fast as she demanded

she started shouting and honking her horn

a priest came out of the rectory to see what was going on

i got out of her car with my hands up

and like god he too saw that it was all good

i started walking back toward my apartment

but not before she and her shitty red car

burned by honking her horn and smirking at me

giving me that universal symbol

of peace and courtesy

that one finger to rule them all.