Coffe Table Book

The radio wishes me dead.
after a long day voices strain

I feel something, I swear, then

I come home to find you have removed
my bowl of waxed fruit and my
coffee table book

it was Neruda
You know good and well how much I love him
his perceptions, his women, his description of tits
and page 33 was the only prayer I had left to
give
yet you took it, without thought, so
youve got to go
and I've got to find
someone else
who doesn't mind Pablo and I caving
inward on a Friday night

I keep looking for real love
I say to myself "it has to be out there"
this just cannot be all
my life has amounted to

poetry and dreams

and that isn't half bad, really
except the radio wants me
dead
for even entertaining the
thought that she might exist

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

This's a very humorous & interesting to be read. I like some of the lines that had my whole attention, and got me chuckle to the fullest. Yes, Pablo Neruda, i find, mostly the fav. of you lovely ladies. I don't know why, but may be, he had some knacks to attract women, & make their men jealous of him. So yeah... no wonder, why your man removed his books from your table at all. Ah. i understand. I totally get this thing, Ma'am. Lol xoxo

Nicely penned. Kinda enjoying reading your stuffs!