Mr. Reed or Hello, Frisky

Tennis rackets, basketballs, hackysacks, & radios Checkerboards,  the lottery, marbles and pianos These are the things that you play with sir These are the things that you can win I can’t be teased and not tamed, my dear I’m not just a recreational sin Like the sweat off of a hot pot I am a volcano when it rains It’s…

Swain

I know why… do you? I know why you text me in spurts something casual that only I will understand It’s not random It’s not boredom I know why you know me still. I know why you write down jokes and then re-write them before you tell them to me It’s not banter It’s not laughter…

Discovering Cream

I was so sure before that I had seen it all, them all… met every kind of king kissed every kind of frog until I looked right smack dab into him. I’ve been lost in his eyes for 9000 years Or 90 seconds Did he just undress me with his mind?!? This. Is. A. New….

Wicked Something

My upper lip snarling, eye brow raised, upset is not the word I am looking for Heart beat accelerates, finger tapping pulsates, can’t she see I am staring through her soul? I hate the way she eats and thinks and looks and talks and acts I don’t like her when she wears short skirts, long…

Just friends…

You can only feel like you can hide it for so long and then it seeps through… You will eventually be exposed. You can only be stoic as long as there is no rain, as long as it doesn’t hurt but one day it inevitably will. And in your pain you will reach for me…

The Assignment

I pick up my penAnd put it down againTip to paper, now not laterI’ve got something to say…Stranger…I write out feelingsScribbling meaningsWays to describe you, half truthsBecause how can I…how can Iexplain a quiet thunder in a back lit skyBecause how can I… how can Iexplain a love riot boiling insideI pick up my thoughtsAnd…

Glasses

I sent a text message to the following people: My fraternity brother, my best friend, my ex husband and my new beau. The message was exactly the same. I said, ” Contacts are cool but I really miss my glasses.” My new beau writes back… “Hey enough with all of this texting, call me so…

Breakfast in bed

Sex followed by homemade pancakes Hot and smelly and effortless Bear skin rugs and smores Strangely sickening and blameless I have lots of friends I have lots of fantasies I have lots of fantasies about friends But you, you do, voodoo That I like Thankful, and weird and mindless but Ribs and Redbones And fucking…

Messalina

Spotted in the crowd, see me now holding a guitar I cannot play I bought it today because I saw the music notes of your tattoo He has one too and now you wonder how I knew the way to where you work when you didn’t say I’m not staying just stopping through Just so…

Russ

I’m sorry. How was I supposed to know that you’re an artist And that you give everyone you meet, a painting? I’m so embarrassed How was I supposed to know that whispering in my ear, softly, tenderly breathing against my neck was because of bronchitis? I said that I was sorry… How was I supposed…