Iíll let you watch me
kick the coffee table
breaking my toe
you can hear me
swearing like the
drunken sailor
your mother abhors
stare as I rip up letters
to set them on fire
in a metal trash can
then christen the wall
with a whiskey bottle
screaming like a banshee
watch my face pucker
skin turn maroon
fists threatening the sky
but Iíll wait till youíre gone
to do what needs to be done
because no matter what
planet you overturn
you will never see
anything fall
from these eyes


Robin Merrill