untitled

promised i’d be constructive
i’ve been destructive enough
wrecked car
love never turned back
cried at a wedding
for the wrong reason
yep – that was all me
cartoon life i’m living
no eraser
no audience
no “the end”
right brain hurts
and he sings the poetry i haven’t written
take it and chew it like rolls
dripping with butter
and buttons
mmmm
whisper lover
but not into my innocent ear

abstaining

we can make love when we kiss
no nakedness needed
none of that living white liquid
or inflamed veins
no butterfly legs
just still
hands held
paintbrush lips
window shade eyes
and i can give myself
more than any wife or mistress could
i'll steal your night and ravish your day
all with one flick
you remember how it goes
ah   oooo!
that's how good
you cling to submission
and i cling to mine
we'll burn each other
just give it time

cat man on the corner in a rain slicker

don't remember how high school went
it was just a song the way i see it
but i remember the guy
old man standing by the stop sign every day
some called him nuts
crazy
pervert
psycho
but he waved
every day at every car – smiled and waved
with a blank stare
on rainy days he stood under a nearby tree
waving rain slicker
looked happiest when he was holding neighborhood cats
usually had one on gray sky days
maybe he wasn't all there
but he was more there than
the sane could ever hope to be
and that's how it went
clockwork
i've meant to write about him for years
but he always seemed poetry enough