Familiarity Fibs Poem by John Sensele

When small talk turns into urns that in ears sear
When company cuts like a knife and repels
It's time to climb aboard a cab depart from here
Crate crap in dust bins, cut loose and set sails.

When little kisses miss, little touches die and caress vanishes
When trips out of home become a habit, love dies
It's time to mend fences, to end lies; love extinguishes
Crate crap to landfills, landfoils, secret lies and love cries.

When familiarity breeds contempt, attempt to save unkempt romantic fires
When excuses escort passages of each day, play cards right
It's time to rebuild empires, rejig hired spires, reinvent squires
To delight flights of your ego; from sinking ships alight.

When key players become slayers who undermine their own home
When deceit dishes out receipts of fibs to crack ribs
It's time to savour moments in Rome; discard a comb
That styles quaint pig wigs in ill painted, tainted cribs.