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Some Conversations Can Wait
On the road, 3 AM
homeward bound
from a tense weekend
family reunion, her side
spent most of my time
just trying to hide
ya see her folks
they don’t like me much
call me a liberal,
hell bound sinner and such
though they keep casting
I refuse to take the bait
silent to their harassing
feigning a vanquished state
Hungry, needing a potty break
at a crowded roadside diner we pause
choking down limp lettuce salad
with a hard-as-nails steak
both exhausted, really shouldn’t talk
we start comparing in-laws
“being cordial with your dad
is an agonizing deep reach…
you expect too much from me”
I crossed a line, that’s bad
anger dam’s ‘bout ta breach
I and a seedy restaurant filled
with a horde of losers could see
scorched by flaming flurry of words
mind seeks convalescence
slip into dream walkers
on deserted island land
where vitriolic rants aren’t heard
my secret place in essence
Chair scoots, topples
ghoulish smurf unsteady stands
when stable, approaches our table
grabs my collar with calloused hands
nose -to-nose through jack-o'-lantern teeth yells
“Cunt-punt your woman to keep her in line
don’t sit there like some candyass wimp!"
sick from the stench of his 100 proof breath
there must be a fifth of a bottle of rum
pooled in the depths of his giant tum tum
consulting Urban Dictionary before I respond
“Sir, I am no monster, I will not kick her there.
your suggestion is criminal, cowardly at best
and that’s no way to open a locked treasure chest”
homeward bound
from a tense weekend
family reunion, her side
spent most of my time
just trying to hide
ya see her folks
they don’t like me much
call me a liberal,
hell bound sinner and such
though they keep casting
I refuse to take the bait
silent to their harassing
feigning a vanquished state
Hungry, needing a potty break
at a crowded roadside diner we pause
choking down limp lettuce salad
with a hard-as-nails steak
both exhausted, really shouldn’t talk
we start comparing in-laws
“being cordial with your dad
is an agonizing deep reach…
you expect too much from me”
I crossed a line, that’s bad
anger dam’s ‘bout ta breach
I and a seedy restaurant filled
with a horde of losers could see
scorched by flaming flurry of words
mind seeks convalescence
slip into dream walkers
on deserted island land
where vitriolic rants aren’t heard
my secret place in essence
Chair scoots, topples
ghoulish smurf unsteady stands
when stable, approaches our table
grabs my collar with calloused hands
nose -to-nose through jack-o'-lantern teeth yells
“Cunt-punt your woman to keep her in line
don’t sit there like some candyass wimp!"
sick from the stench of his 100 proof breath
there must be a fifth of a bottle of rum
pooled in the depths of his giant tum tum
consulting Urban Dictionary before I respond
“Sir, I am no monster, I will not kick her there.
your suggestion is criminal, cowardly at best
and that’s no way to open a locked treasure chest”
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