Excuses a poem by Frank Coughlin (April 2011)
Not today,
Not while my show is on
Not while the grass needs mowing
Not while the dog has to be washed
(There is nothing left to say – no words that could heal the wounds – better to leave things the way they are – you there and me here)
It is too windy, too cold, and it looks like it going to get worse
I just washed my hair and it is still wet
It is a bad day
(This has nothing to do what you said. Did you think it wouldn’t get back to me.)
The car is not running right, the brakes stick, and the engine is making strange noises
The kids are home now
The phone is ringing off the hook
The paper is over-due
I have to study
LOOK do you want the truth? The truth that flies in your face and you refuse to see it? The truth that no one dares tell you because it will hurt you so bad and no one quite knows what to say after the tears start and the phone falls to the floor and then you get angry and swear and vow revenge – do you really want that truth? Okay, here it is
The dog really stinks – I have to take him to the vet
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