taking your poll

marriage breaks
oops
are your shoulders wide enough to make the
blame game ?
spin the wheel, sling the questions
covet this, pander that
when the best is a split decision
cut and diced by impartial middle year
someones

rehab is of dubious advantage to an
old clubber like yourself
wartorn, cheesy, a casual smoocher
where the lights tell no tales
happiest in a corner of no return
foggy, powdered by lauder, so coolly
scented

i'm not asking questions lightly
some prurient interloper, not i
taking polls, writing with a no. 2
not when erasure will invalidate
these hard science results
or here to graffiti blemish on your
recently renovated
dramatically escalated
tucked and vacuumed hide

my machine will sniff your heart rate
adjust your pressure, tune your
response
do you find day to be unforgiving?
rarely accommodating?
requiring constant adjustment to your
pallor, your hormonal tension?
oh, marriage
what have you done?