Word on the street says delete wife, shower stuff and stick with blues, birds, kids. What do you think? Any other suggestions? Dewell
DECEMBER BLUES
Don’t the kids know its dreary December?
Why haven’t they called?
Starlings have returned in mass
shuttering the light
weighing the phone lines
voices tangled in their claws.
Why haven’t the kids called?
Wife’s in the shower
and I want to step inside with her
soap her up like we did in college when
she said, “I won’t remove my underwear.”
She’s gotten funny in our December.
Won’t let me see her shave her legs,
wash anything, pluck things.
Like I might become furniture
if I see her apply lotion, naked.
A five minute phone call would help.
I get texts, wiggles, jiggles
and emails but the voices…
Ah, the voices that drove me bananas
when they were three year old rug-rats…
Maybe those starlings are choking off my calls.
December is running its fingers up my spine.
-Dewell H. Byrd
DECEMBER BLUES
Don’t the kids know its dreary December?
Why haven’t they called?
Starlings have returned in mass
shuttering the light
weighing the phone lines
voices tangled in their claws.
Why haven’t the kids called?
Wife’s in the shower
and I want to step inside with her
soap her up like we did in college when
she said, “I won’t remove my underwear.”
She’s gotten funny in our December.
Won’t let me see her shave her legs,
wash anything, pluck things.
Like I might become furniture
if I see her apply lotion, naked.
A five minute phone call would help.
I get texts, wiggles, jiggles
and emails but the voices…
Ah, the voices that drove me bananas
when they were three year old rug-rats…
Maybe those starlings are choking off my calls.
December is running its fingers up my spine.
-Dewell H. Byrd