somehow
you stumbled on the sidewalk
and your gargantuan paw
landed perfectly
in the fast food sized container
of barbecue sauce
Showing posts with label poem 10. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 10. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Role play
I want something that you have.
The power to accept or deny.
That ease at arriving late.
The adoration you get in return for
Your strategic breaks from withholding.
Should we both be bad
And never learn any lessons?
Or
Should you change,
Like I've long-sometimes wished?
Or
Is it me?
The power to accept or deny.
That ease at arriving late.
The adoration you get in return for
Your strategic breaks from withholding.
Should we both be bad
And never learn any lessons?
Or
Should you change,
Like I've long-sometimes wished?
Or
Is it me?
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Door
Pink glows and every street is from Paris
and it's the 1970s and everything is
a cross-fertilisation that gets me to the point and
self-directed, my agency is showing me
that everything I saw got logged and yes,
experience is back in a big way
and digestible, I'm slipping into the week in review.
I can blithely summate tapping out
tropes on a calculator.
I look forward to myself looking backwards.
and it's the 1970s and everything is
a cross-fertilisation that gets me to the point and
self-directed, my agency is showing me
that everything I saw got logged and yes,
experience is back in a big way
and digestible, I'm slipping into the week in review.
I can blithely summate tapping out
tropes on a calculator.
I look forward to myself looking backwards.
Why I really need Life Insurance
For the tenth straight week
in a dimly lit room
Ray with gray hair
and gray eyes
asks me where I stand.
The tax benefits are amazing
and it’s a great way of diversifying.
But isn’t life insurance
for people who have kids?
Isn’t it callous for him to badger me
when he knows I’m very single
and very childless.
What one will do
for a pithy commission.
Or is he playing the long game?
Will he
charm me
with his gray hair
and gray eyes
hitch his wagon
to my dimly lit star
milkymoon me
die me
in a scuba diving “accident”
use the payout
for a real vacation to Cancun
with a 20 year old coed?
(How my mind works these days).
The truth is:
I eat potato chips and
peanut butter cups
and potato chips
for lunch and dinner.
I sleep with men
who have nothing
to lose
or gain
from me.
The truth is:
I pray for alien abduction.
I sometimes
forget to look both ways.
I howl at the moon
when people are looking.
I envy those in real pain.
I make hungry eyes with
the crazy guy on the subway.
I get giddy when my plane
hits turbulence.
The truth is:
He’s just a good family man,
looking out for me
and my kin.
That’s where we stand.
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