Posted: July 12, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
Tags: , , , , , ,

Getting Some

She said:
keep your hands off
my aspirations
and stop undressing
me with your lies
please show some respect
for my gender specific
needs which are preprogrammed
into my dainty DNA,
by the way
the short cut to a
piece of my short cake
shaped slice of paradise
is to melt my lacy sugarcoated icing
not just with the flicker
of your burning hot candle stick
but to make a whispery wish
into my ear and wait for me
to untie the ribbons wrapped
round this gift given on special
candy coated, caramelized
carnal occasions…


Well Hung Jury

I can always tell its you
by your prison chic garb
and your swaggering gait
by how you seem to sweat perfume
and when you are gone I create
a composite image of you
which looks less like a courtroom drawing
and more like a fashion sketch
and then when we meet in
public spaces I point
you out of a line-up of
innocent bystanders and say
“that’s her”
for you are the one
guilty of luring me into
lurid crimes far out
of my comfort zone
on double bed end streets
where I did hard time
on soft sheets
while the stool pigeons
on the window sill snitched
on your body Bonnie
and my smoking gun
that you nicknamed Clyde


Gilding Lily

You don’t require
visual or audio
because you look
and sound
like crystal
nip or tuck
or get a permanent
or permanently
inked at the tattoo
or beauty parlor
and please don’t apply
for that nose job
you are already
highly employable
with pheromones
that will guarantee
that someone will
always make sure
you are ok
and you will never go
without ungentlemanly
callers, unwarranted
advances and bouquets
with strings attached
and you will always
have friends like me
for benefits


Thanks For Nothing

Do you have a moment
I have a few questions pertaining
to an incident that took
place roughly twenty five
years ago, it was
a very slight slight
which was spoken
matter of factly yet
this hum-drum homicide
killed the innocent bystander
which was minding
his own business
deep inside of me
next thing I knew
somebody was
outlining my confidence
on the sidewalk and
declaring it dead
just before the arrival
of the mouth to mouth
resuscitation known
as love could revive
my young spirit
which to this day
still hovers overhead
having the out of body
of watching myself
walk wounded
yeah, you
got me good

Leave a Slut`ment below.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s