Intersperses Love with Landlords
Meeting upstairs in the bathroom,
His woman and the landlord whisper
About plumbing issues, you wrote.
(That's where the water motif begins).
He drifts to sleep and wakes at sea; I don’t
Inspire you anymore, that’s why
Your bad writing offends me. The implications of
It was all a dream. Then, what’s the point
Of waking in any case? Your love:
In the corner of my eye, catches the sun,
Flashes like a shred of shiny plastic in a field.
Violently peripheral. You’d say the same, but less
Effectively. And at the end, would be
Lost at sea and thrashing
On the boat instead of living
A misguided life on the wrong coast.