continuing drama

 unfolds the laundry, hands wrinkled

underwear and bedsheets to goodbyes

that leave then come back again cruelly

delaying the inevitable. 

she cries and screams a springer show

waiting for a big entrance/ perhaps on facebook

she can continue to the saga of their childfilled affiance

meanwhile money rolls in on squeaky, tiny wheels

dripping oil on the alternator, who bursts into flames

at the mention of sparks. no one gets out intact

albeit alive. even the babies know something's up.

in 200 sq feet there's no place to hide. so 

to test or not to test. that should be the test.

if you can't even do that and have the audacity to call

 any one out on  rescinded promises, we got 99 problems 

and drama is one of em.

continuing stirs the pot, brings down the baggage

that must be filled for this unwanted vacation. who's gonna

feed the cats this time? what ground round bill is gonna

shove its way into the bank account? time has the answer

and it's not saying much now.

gonna grate the parm for the sauce 

and wait for the flavors to meld. to be...