The Smirking Box
A smirking box landed on my door:
Ha, didn’t think you cared anymore!
Oh, old letters, stuff, rings and things, passe—
So, you’re really telling me to go away?
Another storm warning for our Gulf shore
Nicholas’s turn to Louisiana full explore;
Biblical inches so promised, we’ll get thorough wet,
But ‘tis not Armageddon, at least not yet
Another drained glass with merlot at the store;
Palmolive suds up the dishes to drain galore;
Wishbone Ash chasing golden hair blowing free;
Paris in two weeks, just to see what I can see
Smirking box makes it all the way out to the dumpster
Along with samesuch trash with our inarticulate Trumpster.
The stars out of reach for sad hearts so compressed
Ah, so it’s Noon, I ‘spose I’ll go get dressed
Posted on September 13, 2021, in Poem and tagged Amazon boxes, Armageddon, Blowing Free, boxes, dumpster, empty bottle, empty glass, end of love affair, end of romance, Gulf coast, Gulf shore, heavy rains, Hurricane Nicholas 2021, Louisiana, merlot, Palmolive dish washing liquid, rain, returned stuff, storm warnings, trash, Trump, Wishbone Ash. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.