The bones go 

Into the box

With all the expired

Grocery list


Choking up on drool

Passing asleep on

A bored to death bed

Waking up to a life

Back to condoms

And divorce papers

And no time is lonelier

Than six P.M.

and no one else

Is home


I can’t trust my knees

Or heart anymore

All our past loves

Left parked in the

Red zone

Three A.M is child’s play


So many things lost

Buried and towed away

Smeared contusions

Where our love use to

Laugh and laid

To rest