Fiction Poem by Richard Bogartz

I love a peroxide
blond.
She fakes the yellow
for her fellow.
He cheats on her.
She doesn't know.
About me.
I adore from a distance.
This stance.
Dueling distance.
We make a lovely couple.
for folks who
don't know each other.
Her cheating guy
does it on the sly.
I want to tell her.
But I'm too shy.
It wouldn't help.
My self has a
short shelf life.
I'm getting stale
in this menage.
I used to want
a marriage.
And she'd look sweet
without the cheat
In a rhapsody played by two.
I or the lout
Needs to get out.
My affection is starting
to fester.
I've got to pop the blister.
Let the bluster spout.