Midnight Lament
She stares from the edge of Her window.
Her indifference makes fine china hum.
She hears me call to a dark bird
in a tree. I wink
and She turns away.
She thinks I'm an asshole.
Staring into Her midnight window;
Her silhouette paces to a cadence
I would call my own.
What more can I do?
Nothing works.
I brought Her blonde children
and Jersey shore post cards.
I brought Her my bible
and some garbage pail liners.
I brought food to Her doorstep
and five golden rings.
But She thinks I see Her
as some Comic Book Queen.