She points at the door, by raising her voice not her arm,
Items scattered on the floor, no longer familiar, lost their charm,
He knew it mattered not, lips would move in the frosty air,
Anything he said would be held against him.
The air grew colder between them.

He put on his coat, the room temperature dropped already more
His hands jingled with the keys, keeping just the ones for his store,
She turned away as he hefted the two heavy bags she had packed,
She said her lawyer would call, he said "I'll be back", voice cracked
" If there is anything ..."

Not a sound
Not a noise
He closed the door
behind him
breathing fresh air
for the first time
And just stood there.
They had no kids, no pets, each a car.
The door open behind him and she said,
"How did it feel this time,
Remember it is your exit strategy
and one time, this door will stay closed and locked."

He began to walk away.

Physician's are able
accord-
ing to some dictum,
Themselves "Heal"
at command, even
with their own head
and ******,
One.

As for intellectual property,
you have none, of either

except that which you steal from us,
sorry I can't blame your parents, you fool,
Here is to hoping your teacher sees through
you...

whether or not you are in school, all this proves is
that you are a tool eaten through with rust, do to
lack of use, bet if you workout, steroids are your "juice"

and if you do it to get attention, you have a
penchant as one previous plagiarist said,
he just "wanted to see if all the poems, written got read"

and if it is to brag to some girl, whose feet you are not
worthy to look up even it they are at toad height,
it is lights out goodnight and no chance to succeed,

so let us hope you leave, because if this is mockery, callin,'
matters not, you missed the punchline, because I don't joke.