Aubade

How could a person embarrass the lovely
white loincloth of the morning,
in the afternoon? How could disasters
like this occur if it weren't for all
the petty coats. All the lingering
pickled offerings and the jumper cables?
How could someone defer the polished oneness
for a chance at revenge? How do disasters like this
happen? Twenty four hours isn't all that long
when you consider all the days, years and decades.

So that's an aubade is it?

Long silence better than long conversation.
Steady departures line and file with the current
distractions. Everyone is ready for you,
hands posed for applause. Don't get it.
Just don't get it. Why all the streaming?
Why not just screw another soldier Lili Marlene
prop up another lamp light. Make the mutiny
a rare one, the challenge of every alabaster creed?

That's an aubade alright, a real au revoir.
I've spent my last dime in that town square.