complaints

there are always complaints

not the easy ones

the farting burping thing

those you learn to ignore

much like every fucking time

she reaches in her bag for keys

tissues drop to the floor

it’s the other ones

that leach into your mind

when you come it drips straight out of me

with my ex that never happened

you don’t come much do you?

with him there was gallons of it

which you pretty much doubt

but understand now is no time

to call liar

I’m giving you all I got baby

I say with a smile

wondering what else she will be

comparing me with later

& this is no time to start a fire

you don’t respond with

well my ex used to do….

you learn to ignore these things

like dead tissues on the floor

Industrial shaman 7

there were complaints

of course

about loud noises

banging of fists

on tables floors

women crying

sobbing

red eyes in hallways

shredded paper at times

strewn to the carpet

people tearing to pieces

the paper tigers

had held them back so long

& to smile

at the complainers

yes I understand

these things

are upsetting

get in the way

of your own equanimity

imagine how it feels

to be the one

doing needing

these things?

is no way

to garner friends

chewing on a hard caramel toffee

flying

thinking I’m giving my best

of what I can

maybe not as good

as what you think you’ve got

but I’m here

standing in front

ready to go

& instead

she wants to complain

I don’t do this

I never do that

which seems a bit strong

never?

& I think if I give some time

maybe this will blow over

we can get there together

but no

I think I’m so good but

I never listen to what she says

perhaps I should dispense

with the head nods

likely she sees these as affirmations

& to be fair all I’m getting now

is a dull whine buzzing in my ears

ok ok I say

you could do better than me

some real artiste or artisan

fella with better money better body

some high flyer with an all over tan

who’d pay attention love you more

some superior sapien higher brain man

but don’t forget yourself honey

I was here when your shit

went flying hit the fan

so are we going to go do this party

or sit & weep some more?

& she takes that first step

shuffling thinking another won round

climbs in the car snuffling

& I notice she don’t slam

or kiss her ass against the door

maybe just mebbe there’ll be no rain today