Monday, July 25, 2011

poem of the day 07.25.11


i shut the fan off
from deflecting the heat

turn the radio off

listen to their argument
coming down from my ceiling

it is sunday

they either fuck or fight
on sunday

this week it is
a verbal joust

the same shit

him calling her a whore
accusing her of screwing
everything that walks

her screaming and crying
telling him to get out
of her fucking sight

it’s her catch phrase

there is more yelling
more stomping on the ceiling

some thumps

the sound of furniture
being tossed about

then it is silent

i turn on the fan
put the radio back on too

our sunday ritual complete.

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