Make Over
Sorry Adam,
That’s the best that I could do.
I call her Eve.
I know you wanted more,
but really give it a try and see how you like her.
Maybe she just needs a make over.
Make Over
Sorry Adam,
That’s the best that I could do.
I call her Eve.
I know you wanted more,
but really give it a try and see how you like her.
Maybe she just needs a make over.
Three Feet Away
just three feet away
I am always behind you
watching your back
Walkin
walkin’ round the city streets
sayin’ hi to whomever I meet
ridin’ the subway
to the end of the line
not goin’ anywhere
just passin’ the time
the city’s life
makin’ me alive
I started writin’ in one
and am now in another
keep goin’, ’til there’s no stops
and no more paths to follow
Long
she took off her shoes
lotioned up her feet
and settled in for a long long flight.
Love Poem
I don’t read love poems
anymore, they make me sad
someday I’ll write one
More Better
the tall boys don’t dance tonight
long legs like clumsy spiders
Miss Ringwald is more better
than Alyssa Milano
until the grown up versions
where Milano pulls ahead
pretty girls fall for tall boys
and tall boys fall hard for them
Night Heat
it’s nearly midnight
and the heat is oppressive
even in darkness
Jess
grape jellied homemade pancakes
french toast with powdered sugar
grilled sandwich with three cheeses
melons cubed and pineapple
ice cream floating orange soda
deep dish pizza with sausage
and a great big cheeseburger
melted Velveeta ketchup
Jess’s last day was something to remember.
Moving
Red and lovely
a suitcase full of hope
together we are going
moving on with our lives
in a new place of fresh starts
Go
bye bye gorgeous, I’ve got to go
to someplace nice
someplace you’re not likely to know
a place of vice
leggy blonds putting on a show
maybe I’ll be back
but maybe I won’t