The Natural State

Shocked by icy throne,
she screams with such helpless rage-
lid left up again

Like leaves in autumn
they rustle underfoot-
fallen dirty socks

Nighttime symphony
drowns out the singing crickets-
chainsaw melody

Amber droplet waits-
she finds no delight in gift
poised on porceline bowl

Towering mountain
rests beside the kitchen sink.
Make it go away.

Early morning fix
before chaos takes over;
mainlining caffiene

She leaves with full tank
Then, laughing, gives me the car
Running on empty

Such intimacy-
romantic aspirations
asleep in a chair

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