The coffee pot perked as coffee pots do
The morning sunlight found its way
In between the swaying gums
The phone had been silent for a full half hour
And must have been feeling its own sense of neglect.
The man, square jawed as all real men are
Entered and sat, stared at the coffee
Ignored the morning sun
Looked at the phone, then his watch
Fiddled with his cuff, looked out the window.
A woman tall and refined swirled into the room
Her gown sparkling with diamantes
Her delicate feet covered in fine Arctic fur
She glanced at the man, curled her lip
‘The cad, she thought is still here.
The man takes a coffee, sips it, his mind elsewhere
His secretary awaits, a young buxom lass
She will wait upon his every wish.
He visualises his lunch rendezvous
Her naked form within his hands.
The woman and her diamantes swan around the room
She calls the man for all he is
Bastard, liar, cheat, womaniser
Tears swell in her eyes, trickle down her cheeks
I gave you my best years, my best years.
Your best is past you, you no longer excite me
Your constant nagging, perennial whinging
Has worn me down, I am not appreciated
You should worship me for all I have given you
Cared for your appearance, kept this house in order.
She turns in profile, she is still strikingly beautiful
In close up she reminds him of his wedding vows
Of the promise to her father to care for her
That he has a debt to daddy, owes him big
I’ll take you for every cent and more.
Do your worst he says in equal profile
His jaw highlighted by the suns golden rays
I have found a love, a one true love
She treats me as a man, loves me as a woman
Pity you never found the time to do either.
With deadly change her stance is silhouetted
Her words are spat with spiteful venom
His manhood she attacks, his worth she belittles
Does he now take one or two blue tabs at night?
She watches as he squirms under her tirade.
He returns her rage decries her frigidity
Her pretended pleasure, her lack of intent.
They stand face to face; hate oozes from their eyes
They scream into each other, determined for the last word.
I move myself to the edge of my seat.
I have watched this troubled couple each day
Engaging in banter dishonouring and discrediting
But at the last moment their animal instincts
Throw them together, like wild beasts taking their fill
As credits roll they lie sweaty and plan their next foray.