We were acquainted.
Briefly.
He liked to smile, I think.
He proffered a guitar
like it was a new toy:
“Have a go?”
I didn’t.
(Should have practiced
those fucking scales.)
So we went out
for Vietnamese
and smiles.
Fascination moves
pretty things
if we can sparkle.
He liked to smile,
I think,
like it was a new toy.
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She was my first best friend
She was my first best
She was my first
She was my
She was
She
Sh.
Street lamp illuming
Tree into trance;
In madness, at midnight,
Frozen in dance.
To celebrate the rhyme
And reason for this day
I’ve chosen just these words
And thrown the rest away
Look to the heavens without circumspection;
Imagine that you can see your reflection.
Then carry as scripture this immodest image
From scrimmage to scrimmage to scrimmage to scrimmage.
OR: IF DOROTHY PARKER HAD WRITTEN FOR HALLMARK
Logic of the bio kind,
A pheromonal torrent,
First summoned our surrender
To nature’s wanton warrant.
Deeper, deeper, deeper, down
We fell into our thrall.
But love? I love you now as then…
Hardly, if at all.
Look into empty.
Don’t look away
Until you say AH.
And you understand
You can spell empty
With AH.
And that’s empathy.
‘Til we met last Decem
I was lonely alone,
Ginned in discrete desolation.
Since you left this A.M.,
I am only alone.
…Begin indiscreet celebration!
Sometimes it’s so easy.
Sometimes it’s just not.
Sometimes it costs twice as much
As everything you’ve got.
Sometimes it goes slowly,
Sometimes way too fast.
Sometimes it’s the right time;
Sometimes it’s half past.
So don’t take it for granted;
Give it all its due.
Just don’t wait til it’s over
To ask “what is it to you?”
From nascent she leisured to latent,
Then apace, proceeded to blatant.
Wandering Mined 