The Coat





“Where’s my coat? Who took my coat?”

“I don’t know. Mike’s at the store, maybe he did.”

“I gotta go. I need my coat.”

“Relax man, he’ll be right back.”

“You’re not understanding. I’m going to be late. He has his own jacket.”

“Chill man, he’ll be right back.”

“Why didn’t he use his own?”

“I don’t know. Why are you freaking out?”

“This is bullshit! I gotta go, man!”

“I’ll lend you mine. It’s cool.”

“I can’t wear that! I’m in a suit! What’s wrong with you?

“Check this out, man, mine is here.  It’ll keep you warm. It’s your choice.”

“I gotta go. My boss won’t understand that my stupid roommate took my jacket to the store real quick.”

“Dude, I’m done with this conversation. Take mine or don’t.”

“What is wrong with people that they can’t wear their own clothes?  Why does everyone need to impede on me?”

“It’s not all about YOU!”

“How the fuck is my jacket being taken by someone else without permission at the exact moment when I need it most, not about me? Can you explain that one to me?”

With that he walked out to his car without a coat. He was shivering by the time he got in his car. He kept reminding himself to get the autostart to get the engine warmed up before we walked out. Now he would have to freeze in only his suit until the heat was ready. Each moment he shivered, he hatred for Mike further increased. He was seething before he felt any heat at all.



Fresh Lipstick & Attitude To Match





Fresh lipstick & attitude to match
The pretty piano player; a punk rockette
The domestic goddess with a need to be clean
Living on the edge of the cosmopolitain set
Hoarding her guilty pleasures fiercely
The moral ambiguity is a stubborn crutch
Ignoring nature’s perfectly placed laws
But she’ll only accept the light’s soft touch
Wearing an evening gown at her elegant leisure
Within her mind, no better way to take a selfie
She’s blunt with her standards & expectations
But lucky for us all, my poems are gluten free

Devoid Of Personality


Devoid of personality
Lacking in your domestic duties
But worse still
Ignoring your wife’s shapely booty
I just don’t understand
A queue for your chores
She’ll come wanting
The role of someone’s housewhore
Now, don’t you fret
I’m not going to step on toes
You still have opportunity
To provide all her throes

*previously posted on former blog