Re-Bootment Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Once they have been used up,
And screwed over...
They want to make a reappearance,
At home.
Where a worried heart was left.
Perhaps a mother or a father.
Or a lover.
When tempers got out of hand.
And one left to get rest.

Or a 're-bootment' of sorts.
And that can come in any...
And in all flavors!
And might take,
Longer periods of time!
To get a naturalness restored.

And trying to say less...
Than the unconfessed expression on one's face.
Is not acceptable.
There is not enough 'I am happy to see you back! '
Left to spread around.
Not when someone wants to play circus,
With honest felt feelings.
Sincerety doesn't make an appearance,
To be clowned around!
Usually expressed,
By the clinching of one's teeth.

And an explanation pursued,
Will not do!
Chasing to pull honesty out of someone?
May make a good TV series.
But in reality...
Someone will have to deliver,
Not only fresh biscuits,
But also a letter dipped in 'my' lover's blood.
And signed by Father Pure.
From a monastery!
Blessed by a recent appearance by the Pope!
And someone saw him in the courtyard of monks,
Downing a beer chased with a shot of Jack Daniels.
I don't joke.
Nor do I invite an opportunity to become provoked.
Not when my mind, my heart and my love,
Has been invested.

Those 'test' I don't pass too easily!
No!

IF...
I was to have any lover of mine,
To disappear from time to time...
For no rhyme or reason?
There is going to be more,
Than a raised right eyebrow delivered.
This rocket is about to blast!

No one is going to be lapsing,
Into a quick unconsiousness.
Not on my watch!
Unless that has been inflicted accidently.
And I am waiting patiently...
With flowers.
Pacing in a haste,
To make a regretful hospital visit.

And when I arrive,
Let there not be a muscle twitching.
I am there to observe near death.
'Then'...a break out of tears begins!
And then a mending takes place to heal.
IF...
I was to have any lover of mine,
To disappear on me,
From time to time...
For no rhyme or reason?

However...
Why do we care to consider fresh beginnings?
Once they have been used up,
And screwed over...
They will come back.
Only to return to the one who did them dirty.
Some folks like to be treated like trash.
There's no getting around it!

And this...
You did not hear from me!
I'm told,
The more lipstick and makeup used?
That's the one who is the most dishonest!
That's the one most likely returning home...
Dressed in drag!
Caught by surprise.
Leaving someone off guard.
And another to broaden their concept of infidelity.
To listen and hear excuses to cover,
How the 'putting out' gets done!