nevou retch

Rolling the d's
expert talent exacted
cigarettes too many to count anymore
"Dawling oh be a Dawling
won't you dear?
hand me my wrap
careful not to let it kiss the puddle
made just this afternoon late
by a mad storm that went grinning past my window".
.
Off to the opera
with swaggered hips and top hat
to hear the smoke stained voice
of the love of your life.
.
Wrap it around your soul
roll in it if you like
I care not for this your favorite vice.
Or maybe it's her stockings
you've taken a liking to
oh my painted shrewish dear?
.
Empty glasses tell tales
three or four or five a.m
I can still hear you drooling
drama after dream
lost in your fantasy
loving someone long since
having forgotten the roses you sent
but still you persist
feasting on old programs
all yellowed by time
burned ever so slightly
by cigarettes and martinis.
.
You've gone into her closet
to live out a life
being a ghost in my presence
while clinging to the shards
of stockings she threw at you
kissing repeatedly
with your lips done in her color
leaving the smell of shoes mixed with spit.
.
I suppose it wouldn't matter
if I stayed or if I went
you'd be quite happy
locked in your closet.
And when they come
to condemn the house
they will find you there
still clinging tightly
to an old program
filled with fade
of a face you loved
followed or was it stalked?
Your eyes blurred by the light of day
and in your hands
strangers for a long time
to anything resembling soap and water
the remains of her stockings
discolored
stained
and falling apart.
.
Love her
she loves you not
her nevou eyes
put on an act for you
but your blind by those damn stockings
the one's she threw you
while doing a strip tease
on the last night
of a theater slated to be torn down.
.
wendy