Angry and Unpredictable. by Ian Copestick

My God !

There is nothing as angry

And unpredictable as a woman.

I am now sitting downstairs

Listening to music

To get away

From the constant criticism

And character assassination

Of my wife. Tonight

I accidentally bought

Stale bread for our

Evening meal.

That was two hours ago

And she still has not stopped

I've heard all about 

All of my deficiencies

And disasters

Dating back over the

Fifteen years we've been

Together

I'm left in no doubt

What a useless piece of

Shit I am.

Hence, I sit down

Here in the dark.

Headphones on

With a drink at my

Side. Listening to music

That doesn't berate me, or

Belittle me.

Thank a God for

Music and books.

They know nothing about me.

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer ( I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror, Sleaze, Trash.