the good ones

   
   
   
yeah ok            
I’m back with my woman            
           
back into her songs            
long sighs            
my favourite side of the bed            
and the mornings            
when the dog comes in            
to wrestle me awake            
           
will admit it was as easy as saying nothing            
leaning in            
late one night            
when we’d done enough drinking            
           
admit too            
that I like it there            
between her caring places            
where the ghosts have names  
and the motor is always running            
           
know it’s hard on her;            
my choice            
sickness almost            
to work more than play            
to stay away 12 days            
then back 2            
always making more time for my men            
and heavy machinery            
than she ever gets            
but at least our fucking            
is honest with need            
and there’s nothing to get pissed off about            
in time so short            
     
        
       
we haven’t talked about it            
about us            
what we are now            
but she knows as well as I do            
that when the boss says            
“Ok now go build this over here”            
I’ll drop what I have to            
and go            
         
     
      
I think about her some nights            
laying in my single-man’s quarters            
wonder what’s wrong with her            
taking part-time love like mine            
           
usually go to sleep            
figuring            
since it can’t be the size of my cock            
that she’s a sucker for the bad ones            
like my mother must have been