about sixty miles away
& a couple of light years
he was shacking up again
a woman he’d met out drinking
& moved himself in
even though the cat
had shat
on his suitcase
the man never could take a hint
she was an ok girl he said
one of those never workers
but able to float through life
took me a day, maybe two
to get there
not my monkeys
not my circus eh?
all was level when I arrived
people smoking home grown
drinking out of bottles
she was dressed only
in an off grey housecoat
bare feet & tired hair
the music at a pitch
to be appreciated
not background sound
all seemed hunky dory
the talk moved slowly on to him
his antics
drunk dancing
pissing on the bars
of an electric heater
telling people what was what
just who they were
then she caught my eye
mid riff of a guitar solo
as all nodded their heads to the beat
I said I had to piss
as she offered more drinks around
caught me in the kitchen
I can’t get dressed she hissed
he won’t leave the house
keeps fucking me all the time
I’m so sore I can’t think
sit proper anymore
he’ll be here in a minute
want to fuck me again
& there the door
slowly opened
Christ! here he comes
he came in caught her hands
kissed her lips
I wasn’t there anymore
hey baby lets go round again!
as he led her away
catching her glance back
help me please…
& I heard the springs begin to squeak
at least
I hope that’s what it was
as I stood for a while
thinking slowly
just what is a man to do?
after five minutes the cacophony ceased
they went back to the people room
as I silently gathered his shit together
in the shat upon suitcase
& waited for night to come
‘til he was drunk enough
to drag to the car
needing more beer
& drove him home
while he slept mumbling
of love, lovers who never come
took him a couple of days
to clear his fog
that too much of everything brings
we never
ever
talked about this
& he never heard from her again