Something About

Suspicious fish are swimming in the sea
They’re vaguely reminiscent of you and me
Eating up the small ones, getting eaten by the bigger ones and
Swimming in their own poop
Perversely well-endowed but lacking in tact
I watch your gills as they expand and contract
You breathe me in, you breathe me out
You contemplate your vital clout
Quivering lips as you incoherently mumble

Something about “I gotta go now” and
Something about “It’s quarter to two”
Something about “I got a train to catch” and
Something about “I don’t love you”

Your phone bill always was much bigger than mine
I don’t think nothing of it but you think it’s a sign
Different levels of gregariousness in people ought to tell you something
Well, I beg to differ
That’s not the only thing I have to beg for
And I’d try to stop you physically if I could get off the floor
I’ve had some beer, I’ve had some wine
Ten minutes ago I was feeling fine
But then you cold-cocked me by maniacally babbling

Something about “The library’s closing soon” and
Something about “I got a book that’s overdue”
Something about “Your fly’s undone again” and
Something about “I don’t love you”

I know you didn’t mean that
You’re just a little overtired
I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that and brew up a nice pot of lemon zinger
Make everything all right
Convince myself you’ll reconsider if you just stay a bit
You brush your hair back from your face and say I’m being an idiot
I wouldn’t know reality if it slapped me in the face
And even then I’d probably think it was cole slaw
I like to sing with you but I can’t keep time
My rhythm is ridiculous but my voice is sublime
I worship you and sing your praises
While you make me run through mazes
I smell cheese but I can’t taste it
I just hear you screaming

Something about “Hey, what’s that squishy stuff?” and
Something about “It kinda looks like tofu”
Something about “You know, I wouldn’t eat that if I were you” and
Something about “I don’t, I just, just…”
Something about “Let’s change the subject” and
Something about “Hey, how’d the Mets do?”
Something about “I lost my keys again” and
Something about “I don’t love you”

By the way, how’s your mom doing?