Your Love at Noon

Your love at noon

Doesn’t get me

To work on time

Your love at noon

Sits me in a dark room

And says ‘Stay here’

And I do

Your love at noon

Barricades me

Under covers

And does my laundry for me

While I sip sweet iced tea

And ask you for favors

You won’t do

What time is it?

Is it noon? It feels like noon

Your love at noon

Is a bad folk song

I wrote and then deleted

From my phone

Your love at noon

Parades me

Around the room

For paying spectators

Who want to nick a name

Or two and you--

You got me loving you

At noon

At night

All night

Every night

Hanging me out in a basket

Like a hot air balloon

Asking me for rides

When your love hits

Big city whiskers

Growing out of your chin

And two pairs of suspenders

A buck and a safety pin

Your love at noon

Makes me take

One sick day

Then two

And you?

You got love

Whenever you want it

Whenever you care

To pick it up

Here’s me stuck

In a deep deep bed

Trying to get over my

Deep blue red

Lost but not losing

Choosing to see you

Fall back

On hard times

You wish were harder

Empty larders

Cracked grins

Double points

Double chins

Getting older ain’t for us

So we trouble tick tock

All over the old grey

City bus

What time is it?
Is it noon?

Is it coming?

Is it coming soon?

You got me so mixed up

I’m spouting poems

That ain’t too good

But you should remember

That I never said

I was anything close

To special

Bought me a dog

To see what I could take care of

And I gave it to my sister

As a birthday gift

Bow still tied around its neck

And that dopey grin

You want me to be a clock

That tells time

And tells it right

But it’s pitch black out

And I’m still saying--

Good morning

Goodnight

And you don’t want to give me love

Unless it’s noon

So what time is it?

I just want to know

When I get

To love you again

And I’ll just keep sitting here

Until then

Is it noon?

Can it be?

Can it be noon?

And if it’s not

Can it be soon?