Posts for June 3, 2016 (page 2)

Poem 3, June 3   Driving from Rice Subdivision   Wind from the southwest strips white blooms from Bradford Pears that line the street.   Like large snowflakes in February, they create a blizzard & fall, covering grass in white.   I remember two winters in a row when I lay on frozen ground, ratting the sewer line.   I hear my father’s voice talking about men freezing to death in the Battle of the Belgium Bulge.   At the stop sign while I wait, I close my eyes. The warmth of your skin   when I massaged your shoulders & your neck excites me… The driver behind me honks–my eyes open.

I hoard spoiled food in my refrigerator.
It’s my longest lasting relationship.
Every day I visit briefly and move nothing.
The light turns on and we stare at one other.
Both rotting from the inside out

All we want to be is to be chosen.

I hoard spoiled food in my refrigerator.
It’s my longest lasting relationship.
Every day I visit briefly and move nothing.
The light turns on and we stare at one other.
Both rotting from the inside out

All we want to be is to be chosen.

Me old pegs ain’t what they used to be
back when they was gams:

nicely turned, full o’ spring,
and silky soft, like lambs.

Now they’s stiff and barky tough,
with joints what creaks and groans,

but I don’t mind it overmuch —
they beats not havin’ none,

Rewind the mind
To an earlier iteration
Giddy and grabby
Grinning at a tiny screen
In a red dress
In the dark
Tassles trailing
Excitable skin
Legs fanning
The night air
Silly and sixteen
Sucking on a fantasy
Free admission
Sold and smitten
Until the morning
Snaps me sober
And I’m back to
Tired Thirstysomething
Once again