Joe Grieco

Note To Self

I wish you hadn’t lost the keys

To the Doors Of Reconciliation

I wish you’d stop beginning every sentence

With the warning “I remember when”

I wish you’d get off your soapbox 

Yelling so much about tyranny and your bellyful of social media

I wish you’d stop writing letters to the editors 

of newspapers no longer published

I wish you’d stop narrating every snapshot in that photo album with:

“That one’s dead. He’s dead. She’s dead. Who’s that? Dead.”

If you don’t shut up

Nobody’s going to want to visit when you’re in The Home

People can’t stand your stupid stories

All reruns, all lies

And quit turning your ear to the sky

To try to hear some faraway herd

Are the horses coming?

Or going?

It’s irrelevant

And irrelevance is a form of betrayal

So just shut the fuck up