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Life Preserver Wrapped Around Neck
It's probably a good thing that I'm married.
Too much free time for a self-destructo like me can be a very bad thing.
And during the upcoming week,
while the wife is away,
I'll test the boundaries of my well worn out sanity.
The beer fridge is loaded like the Fort Worth Stockyards at the turn of the 20th century & lonliness ends at the phone or p.c.
Now is the time I will drink it up sweetly,
check out some live bands, write up a fever,
come home when I wish with no worry of anger,
stay up all night if I please,
but I won't.
I'm getting too old for that shit.

The water's too cold for a dive in, but later this week for sure I'll be in that complex pool & floating til my body's content.

Work is a necessary evil on my free week.
The reek of the green & credit cards.
Part of my life when the wife is away.
If I was low hearted, I'd probably stray,
but I won't.

While she's out of town I can listen to every single fuckin' DOORS albums, straight through,
loud as hell if I want.
I can go next door & play darts & drink with Chad.
Been a long time.
The p.c. smut city so long as it's free.
I might even sneak a cigarette while I shit,
just to remember what it's like, since she don't smoke.

Because the wife's out of town for a week.

A nip of vodka.
More DOORS who she hates.
Jazz at twenty past four in the morn.
Free fart time, blow the sheets off the bed, scare the crap out of the cats with the blast!
Soak up some sun & watch the suits get their mail & the other suits splashing in the chilly pool water.

I could get used to her not being around.

But I won't.

But I'll blow it out while she's gone.
Remember why being single & ugly sucks.
Have the time to let boredom creep back into my bloodstream.

Drink til dizzy.

Sleep til noon.

- Jeff Archer Black


Author's Footnote: written june 8th, 2000
 

Submitted: 7/8/2001 Printer Friendly
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