Perched Poem by Jerry Buckley

Six starched pairs of cotton khakis slacks
Boots and belt and six crisp oxford shirts
Gone, and I don’t know when I'll back
Do you know how much this hurts?

Tooth brush, paste, floss, Listerine
Shaving cream and men’s cologne
Keep one another's good company
Me myself and I’m alone

Thirteen channels - eleven inch screen
Perched on a three drawer dresser
A Sally Field film - already seen
Reminds me just how I miss her

Two beers inside a tiny refrigerator
But I don’t feel like drinking
Guess I’ll nurse one a little bit later
Maybe quench this incessant thinking

Two burner stove - one vent a hood
A King James Bible on a table
I know she’s wishing I’d go for good
Don’t know whether or not I’m able

'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley