Prime Time

Prime Time

A Poem by Fran Marie



She had a broad view from the hotel's balcony
on that bright sunny day.She was viewing larks
and other birds in trees,and as she lowered her
binoculars to a different angle, she was shockingly
surprised when she spotted her husband with
another woman holding her close to him and kissing her


She felt her adrenalin pulsating thru~her system.
She knew she needed to get a grip~ control
the anger welling up within herself.
Part of her wanted to confront them both right there and then.
but she had second thoughts about it and decided
to pour a drink and sit on the sofa under the cool breeze of
the ceiling fan.



She lit up a Newport cigarette inhaling deeply and wondered
when would be the prime time to put the cards on the table.
she thought tonight as the four of them dined.
Her husband's boss, his wife, and she with her husband



They had all gone to the convention that weekend
and she had a suspicion her husband was cheating
but she didn't know it was with Harriet.
She thought to herself hmm, how could Henry do this
to her? Harriet of all people,maybe the cheap fish net stockings
she always wore with her phuck me shoes turned Henry's roving
eyes into roaming hands or so it would seam
and what would Hank say to all this ? Harriet's husband.



Well, she had a plan~ sweet Helena did indeed
let Hank know what Henry and Harriet were doing
and before the night ended both men rolled up their
sleeves and duked it out in the Hotel 's Parking lot!


Hank gave Henry a shiner as a token of his appreciation
for sharing his best friends's bed and fired him from the company.
Then Helena gave Harriet a compass so she could find
her way back to her hotel room, that is if she could still walk
after Helena was through with her.




© 2008 Fran Marie


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OOPS FRAN....I WENT INTO THE DELETE BECAUSE I HAD SOMEHOW POSTED MY COMMENT TWICE AND THE BLOOM'N THING ERASED BOTH OF THEM. THAT WILL TEACH ME NOT TO FIDDLE AROUND WITH THINGS I'M NOT SURE OFF, WON'T IT. SOOOOOOOO SORRY!!! :(

ANYWAY YOU'VE READ IT....CAN'T REALLY REMEMBER ALL I SAID LOL

BUT JUST TO LET EVERYONE KNOW I AM NOT THAT 'SWEET HELENA'!!!! ROTFL.

Posted 16 Years Ago


LOL! By the end of it I wasn't sure who was who, but the use of "H" names I feel was inspired. This is so '60s! The newport cigs and the duking it out... just add the names and it feels like Rob and Laura vs Ozzie and Harriet. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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  Fran Marie
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