narcotics in the ladies room

by

Marq T. Laube

"it isn’t quite over yet."
and as he said it, desolate,
he walked right over it, then off it,
paused a moment, reconsidered,
then gathered resolute square shouldered,
i just watched till he was gone
then wondered,
"how much longer?"
which i asked,
but wouldn't've listened
had he answered, had he heard
had he still been in ear shot
had he still been here
or even near

yes, it really is quite queer
the things we allow ourselves:
the beasts we bury only to become
the burdens we carry and jealously guard
the banal we cherish to quell the overwhelming
the tethers we relish that keep us absolved

restrained exploration and fettered expression

for the price of a life we win weathered cords

essence is shut up and locked up in teacups
and i just don’t care anymore

well, nothing ventured, nothing gained
impatiently, he procrastinates
alone again and celebrating reunion
he braves a moment of self reflection
on this happy anniversary...

so lush a romantic delicacy!
but how much taste is left to the leaf
when the plant is worn
and torn and tattered,
and has for so long gone unwatered...

so proud a corporate entity!
but how much will tomorrow bring
for a bartered soul
battered and sold at the reckoning
for nothing more than a few golden rings...

and has the time arrived again so soon?
for narcotics in the ladies room
be sensible now—
not too much for every day
work it and burn it and wear me away
you can wear it any way you please
just wear it like you know what it means

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