Sometime between o'dark thirty and
suninmyeyes
I heard a ruckus on my front porch.
I heard something messing with the
door.
Two cats were fighting. One of them
was losing.
The owner is suing.
Sometime between toohot o'clock and
beer thirty
My boss called me to talk about his new
hiring policies
Which will mean eighty-hour weeks or no
more work,
and I couldn't decide which would be
worse.
Sometime between beer o'clock and
o'dark thirty
(It was just after salad), my girl told
me
That it's over.
She stayed just long enough to eat what
she'd ordered
and to box the leftovers
and to walk out on the check,
But when the sun rose that morning,
The reds were as radical, the oranges
as orgasmic as ever.
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