Dear Iris (A poem)

Today’s epistle, another terzanelle, is inspired by my choice to work on my tax return today…

I swear, now you’re just toying with me
getting my hopes up, and then WHAM!
You know it doesn’t take much to make me dizzy…

If the window’s closed, the door won’t slam
It seems I can’t escape the noise
you get my hopes up, and then WHAM!

I have to jump—I’ve got no choice
I think this time I know how Marvin feels
It seems I can’t escape the noise

It’s only getting worse as the oxide flakes off the reels
and you can see right through the tape
I think this time I know how Marvin feels

It makes me want to holler with every little scrape
until I’m laid out flat, gasping for breath
and you can see right through the tape

Your machinations are bleeding me to death
I swear, now you’re just toying with me
until I’m laid out flat, gasping for breath
You know it doesn’t take much to make me dizzy…

(28 February 2016)