One Plate, One Glass
Another evening washing one china plate
And one crystal wine glass in the kitchen sink.
It would take forever to fill the dishwasher,
It’s easier to wash the stuff by hand.
Her counter clean
Her hands dry
She wanders into her living room
Feeling the plush carpet between her toes.
While looking at her reflection
In the 56-inch LCD – HDTV
She sucks in her belly,
Checks out her profile and
Hits the remote, watching her image
Get eaten up by talking heads
And unknown personalities.
She sinks into her comfy sofa
And fires up a joint, her steady friend,
And settles back into another night
Of stoned thoughts on life and
A deep yearning to share
Her comfortable life with another.
Roy W. Backes
© 2010
Roy W. Backes - Poetry 