letter downer

there's something on the wing
and it's not going away
any sooner than
that green penny on the bathroom floor
that's been there for months now
and will be forever.

but don't fear an old dog
whose tricks you already know.
as he slobers all over himself
you almost feel bad
for what you know must come.
the back yard and the rifle
won't ever look the same again.
shouldn't you spit some out now?

masking the whiskey
with grenadine and coke
is almost as bad
as masking the rest
with that omniscient grin.
with enough cherry flavoring
anything is tolerable.
even you.

well, i only waste words when i want to
and tonight i just don't.

so skip the foreplay, woman.
it's 10 p.m.
do you know where your children are?