Cheeky cheeky

Poems from a binder

Somehow

When silence's habit begins to wear,
I drive myself somewhere loudly alone
where air is easier to breathe aware
that nothing is fixed and nothing is known.
I should not have thought I'd see you today,
when every hour brings another chore
and time carries salves to take you away
to work some problems, and ponder some more.
Why, sometimes I wonder if I'm not your whore,
because our sex scenes shame bland movie fare
with fierce sweat and fine moves almost all-core,
while it's clear in our eyes we don't yet care.
Never you mind love given up for dead—
You just come over, and ask me for head.

Bye Already

Yes, maybe we have more to say,
but this's not the time or the place!
I've got somewhere to be today,
and think I have got to race
to go do that—in any case,
I'll see you later, man—it's now
or never, nice to've seen your face!
I'm jetting outta here and how—
but, my, you are looking—just wow!
I'm sure your life is full and fine—
and you aren't mooing like a cow—
to me that seems a very good sign.
Take care, and please forget you saw
me goin' crazy mad at the jaw.

Artist’s Note: These poetic artifacts date to my senior year of college, rather a long time ago now. Yet I relate to this flippant person on various levels; I still enjoy fabulous sex and sometimes I go crazy mad at the jaw….