between the jester and the crown...

you pull the puppet, I’ll eat the string

that neighbor in his late twenties

with his cute rounded ass girlfriend

keeps parking in front of my house

as if he doesn’t know this mentally ill poet

likes his space by the curb neat and clean

as if he doesn't know my storms 

need space to rage inside my head

maybe I should just slash his tires and

leave a little note with pasted letters

cut out from magazines affixed with Elmer’s

matted against construction paper

each one a different size and font

a note that says this scares me

somehow though I don’t think

he would understand why someone

could be territorial over parking

on a two way street

in a mixed residential neighborhood

but then I think this might be too harsh

of a way to vent my uncomfortability

with where his car is parked

so I think maybe he wouldn’t mind

if I parked my cock in his girlfriend

every once in awhile just to be fair

I promise to be neat and tidy

to wipe my feet, to not leave

until I hear her clawing the cotton

in between the muffling of her screams

perhaps then he’ll understand territory,

glory and the punch and judy stories

of good neighborly relations

EJR ©