[lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM

  • From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 11:47:38 -0600


At the bar,
a couple and a friend,
he with the story,
she, the details,
"Shut up," he shouted, "shut the fuck up."
She did, 
flicking a sad grin to his friend.

Two stools away,
I steamed, 
to smash his face with my mug,
but with my luck
she'd run to his defense,
be the kind who finds
love in domination.

I needed a sign.
A sigh, a cry, a call for help, 
a way to know what she wants.
Always, always, always, always, always 
looking for a sign,
anything to say, yes,
do it.

Absent that
he smashed her soul
and I sat,
we all just sat,
looking for a sign
outside ourselves.

Not he though.
He did what he wanted.
I hate to think
she loved it.

Mike Geary

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