by Ben Nardolilli
Someone has fallen down over the cracks
Again, time to rejoice inside,
But only if they are good looking and fit,
Otherwise, it’s automatic pity,
Maybe I’ll help, only if the traffic will clear,
And it won’t, so time to keep on moving.
A business I never used is going out
Of business and coming out of the closet
To admit failure and poverty,
I wonder if they will let me shelve
All of their unbalanced books in my house,
I could read the red numbers all day.
Someone is getting hauled before court, great,
I drink the rest of the wine down,
Time to get those cheats, those frauds,
Unless it’s me this time they’re after,
But no, the hand on my hand is only mine,
My restraining order against the police remains.
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is trying to publish a novel.
