My D.J. Wants My Dossier

K.S.78

My D.J. Wants My Dossier

k.s. 3/7/13

My D.J. wants a dossier. Unfortunately I turned it into an ashtray. Since then he has gone astray. Slowly warping I look as if I am in decay. Truly I didn’t intend to delay. Promises he made he did betray. However he used it as an excuse and went away. He would always downplay as I’d say “hey” calling out for him in our doorway. I never thought he’d leave all we had that day. Leaving behind an array of dismay. I mean we had fillet on Friday came home driving fast on the freeway. He gave no warning of this doomsday. I thought we were making headway. When it was his birthday we had lost time during foreplay. This I would try to convey. He only counters screaming hearsay. How can someone act so blasé? My cracked ends are starting to fray. Now, risqué on Sunday we would play. Midday Monday I begged him to stay. Okay I say, of course you get your way. A saint he tries to portray. His sins he should pray he never has to repay. Today is Tuesday standing in the stairway, waiting on someday for my deejay. Oh hell who am I kidding? This is all just wordplay; they say.