A poem:
I see the girl,
Cross-walking down
a slanted street.
Watching out for parked cars
Running into park benches:
mysteriously placed on the median.
My m(eYe)nd masturbates the thought
of owning a place on one of those benches
and her:
in all her glorious stupor, stumble-
banging into it, falling face first
into my lap.
but,
My thoughts go limp when she picks herself up
cleaning the stomach (lining and juices)
out of her hair with a drunken hand.
I see the girl,
Cross-walking down
a slanted street.
Watching out for parked cars
Running into park benches:
mysteriously placed on the median.
My m(eYe)nd masturbates the thought
of owning a place on one of those benches
and her:
in all her glorious stupor, stumble-
banging into it, falling face first
into my lap.
but,
My thoughts go limp when she picks herself up
cleaning the stomach (lining and juices)
out of her hair with a drunken hand.
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thejuanupsman:
that she is, beautiful, smart, sexy, funny. pretty much damn near perfect. Damn fine hugs too.
thejuanupsman:
nice poem, I have been writing a lot of bad depressing Haiku's lately, and so far have resisted the impulse to post them, like everything else they remind me of people who are gone but never forgotten