No Vacancies

People say “April macht was er will” as if only April were temperamental in this city
And yet it is March and the sky hangs low as the ceiling in my borrowed room
I age you age we all age I am tired of reruns
At the sink in the morning I pluck white hairs and place them in an envelope
Where I wrote the words VISITORS NOT TENANTS
I roll my cigarettes and the filter always chooses to stay stuck between my dry lips
As opposed to you
I must make them tighter as my belt as my teeth should have been around your neck
I said I cannot live without you and you answered yes you can
And I felt pathetic with the image of a teary-eyed Barack Obama floating in my head
I wonder if Barack Obama ever said that to his wife
I wonder if George W. Bush ever whispered that in the dark
Thinking of Osama Bin Laden crouching in a cave in Afghanistan
I wonder many things most of them have been answered
But the info somehow failed to reach me
Coffee is over have some Earl Grey
Honey is over have some sugar
Love is over
You have got to learn to make do child