It's Just about Time
By moment I got to exit marked HOME,
Sky began to cry.
Every tree wept and tears ran
Down faces of highway signs.
Inside car, tender voice insisted
On and on and on,
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love;
I think I'm in love.
Suddenly pictured you in starched cuffs.
I pictured you swinging like J.
When I stopped over for drooz, board
Above door said, KEEP LIONS FROM LAMBS.
I got three packs from two girls. They were
Not much older than you.
(I never though I would write you
Again, or τραγωδίες in this
πόλις.) In each yard, copses await,
On each branch, reproach.
When I got back to house, I sat under
Drum-taps, digesting fist.
What I wouldn't give for another fight!
You would split my lip;
Later, we'd make peace,
Just in time for knob to turn; then—dinner!
But it isn't how this kind of thing works.
I open garage door with another
Man's hands. Goodbye, goodbye.
Goodnight, goodnight.