aliud poetica fabula

Pru

From where I lay I can see the morning sky
The colour of a car mechanic’s rag
He made love so quick. Too quick
Only thing missing was the chequered flag.
I sit up in bed as he mumbles some crap
Post coital cigarette smoke still in the air
He heads to the door I watch him leave
I dress myself and brush my hair.

I get up to make some coffee
Fool has forgotten to take his phone
There it sits on the marble bench top
Huh! He wanted marble I wanted stone
Better wake the kids get ‘em ready for school
Make their lunches; so much to do
Then I hear a funny kinda ringtone
He’s got a call coming through.

I press the green button but before I can speak
A female voice on the line!
“Where the hell are you, babe? I’m so hot.
Get here soon we haven’t much time”
I hang up. I don’t say a word
Didn’t feel I had much choice
Number she called from – hidden from view
But I recognised the voice.

Now she’s still in hospital recovering slow
He’s in the next ward the dirty creep
I’m here, no regrets remanded in custody
My trial comes up next week.