Ancient History
Today the world looks too real
& I want to close my eyes.
I need more coffee.
Yesterday, I wore a shirt
that had nothing & everything
to do with you. Fruit fucker:
when people called it robot
I hated you deeply & meant it.
It rained so hard as I walked home
that the drops could have been tears
sliding down the contours of my face
without being noticed by anyone.
But they weren't.
I left an angry message on away
but you didn't care enough to read it.
Maybe you did & just didn't write.
Drank too much, would have anyway.
I couldn't sleep last night.
It had nothing to do with you.
Maybe the night before,
but does it matter anymore?
Like the man with the music said-
And your kiss: prehistoric.