I get back from work
to find a pile of plates
parked for me at the kitchen sink
and you,
the quintessential couch potato,
could not leave
your can of Heineken
or favorite soap
to clean up,
and you say
you don’t want
an argument?
That you were laid off
is no reason to tick me off!
I have had enough of your self pity.
Go get a life.
Go out into the sunlight.
Shed some weight,
why? I want to see a reduction to that waist line.
I want you looking sharp
like Pitt,
I want you dressed in a tux
like Bond.
I want you to take me to dinner
(I have always fancied the Ritz),
with I, in that wicked red dress
I bought last summer—
our arms linked like movie stars',
the envy of every couple in the place.
(Excerpted from “Without a Name” a collection of poems by Val K, coming soon.)
Val K is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com
About the Author
Val K is a poet and a nature lover.