Haven't been seen
in over 24 hours
doors mysteriously close
as you slink down the stairs
car keys in hand
escaping the loving home
that you have created

Cursing beneath your breath
might have been
inquiring minds
burning holes through wooden doors

Same rural suburban trips
spending charged money
at Indian casinos
eating second rate cuisine
with first rate inflated prices
with a partner in tow
whose only contribution
is hate- filled rhetoric
spineless, dickless
subhuman excrement
his friends only 8 hours away
dour and boring little laments
filled up his limited palette

Where is his mother?
on the other side of the world
estranged son
guess you could call him one
though a million other crude words
would describe him better

One would think that a million light bulbs
burning out one by one
would be a subtle enough hint
from an uncaring universe
these long drives nowhere
where you grilled me with problems
that you knew the solutions to
obviously common sense has left you

This wall of silence
that you cower behind
these ‘why me' staccatos
seem to only be
the symptoms of the willingly blind
another lost weekend
to me, that surely isn't love...

mathiasthom
written 9/12/09