My life called me Late
yesterday,
It has become a nusiance; a lover deserted, rescued, rejected
That wakes me every three hours
Demanding if not love, sex

My Life is obsessive, so
I unplugged the phone
I do not want to hear the new plans, the lies

But still, She stalks me in my dreams, insisting, "We must talk".

Like a cop, glares blues and yellows against my eye lids
Or prosecuting lawyer, interrogates:
What are you doing? What is your motive? What did you see or pretend not to hear?

As if I could ever get even, I choose a little death:
rummaging through the medicine cabinet for a silence that
won’t punish me in the morning.


Day breaks I
reconsider,
Call back my life,
she’s a vacationing wife
now. she doesn’t answer
but sleeps in, snores and swears
when I ask Her what she wanted
when it was my turn to be disgusting
I open the sliders,
step outside, perhaps she is out there,
not in that lifeless slut but
There, in the woods the wildflowers,
Ah, there she is, a fallen branche
across the stream, she awaits me.

I drag her out, branches, flowers,
Replant Her to hope in my garden
But it’s a gamble: can she take root?

Only my uncertainty spreads

I ring up the rain, I call to the clay, I call to my blood, through my teeth:
Come in for dinner!

This greed for life
Amidst the need for death
Is driving me out of my mind.

I call my life but the lines are jamming and when I want her she is too busy.