The Grand Expedition

The final morning quickens after
my eye watched for me in
the house across the street

While trying to make his coffee
he stumbles out the front
door accosting the paperboy, the neighbour
and the yappy dog, almost
keeping his bathrobe closed
Soon, I think

He is Napoleon, and I will defeat him

I hurry things up and I was right
In she walks

I eject the tape and pick up the phone
Our marriage is over