Frank On The Floor Poem by John Sensele

By the time my clock chimed midnight
Flagellating and lacerating my brain with worry
Growing premonitions slapped my plight
Wondering why my hubby couldn't mosey home in a hurry.

My mind began exploring scenarios
For one could it be that he was seeing someone else
Better than the nagging notes I sprang on him in trios
Or could it be that my beauty no longer counted on impulse.

I watched episodes and episodes on telemundo
Devoured pages and pages of my favourite blockbusters
It made no difference if detractors spanked Don Secundo
Or owls howled undisturbed by nocturnal tricksters.

Around 04 30, Frank finally shambled through the front door
Red blotches on his shirt
I whacked him on the drunken chin, sprawling him to the floor
Inside my heart so bad it hurt.