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Nostalgic Theme Weekend

.
in the cool
loose, I mean
buckle me up to a post
or sumpin'
floatin' high on life,
love, and live music
she, so sweet
dancin' freaky
movin' in
pushin' it close
thrustin' hips
grindin'
tight
time don't mean nothin'
in the G spot of wild exhibition
here, she be rockin' hard
till Monday mornin's surprise invasion
hell bent on servin' her up
a demolishing
super sized
hangover

Unchoreographed

.
jumping
hunched
puddles
billowing trenchcoat
drenched
twisting
twirling umbrella
fitter as litter
I tell ya
negotiating
wind and rain
becomes
dance

( Senyru )

.
I

a tear in the voice
howls of heartache and hardship
blues au naturel

.
II

true to her calling
crafting the perfect blank stare
life as a bimbo

( Haiku )

.
the poet is lost
cries for help in metaphor
none come to his aid

( Haiku )

.
sentience rekindled
eyes are brightened, heart is thawed
smiles from a daughter

Warning...Cuteness Ahead

.
I

little kittens sittin'
smitten with a dragon
with little kitten thoughts
only kittens can imagine

II

oh! what luck
to be a duck
I look like one
waddle like one
and quack
indeedle I doodle
reason enough
for me to say
I'm a lucky fuck
to be a duck
and not a freakin'
poodle

III

(Haiku)

ingenue whore
sultry as a pro
cold mimicked love

Super-Licensed Poet

.
I am a poet now
I no longer speak as before

no tear-shaped teardrops
trickling slowly down my cheek
I cry buckets,by the bucket,
bucketfuls of bucketdrops

neither, now, do I whine
nor whimper 'bout life's trifles
I yowl,
I howl
and growl

foul

and certainly no more dozing
or drifting into sleep
as of now, I pass out cold
in existential degradation

fibs
prevarications
way too small anymore
when I lie
I lie big

...I Hear It Might Rain....

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pleasantries aside
they don't talk to each other
much too sensitive

pc minds are bound
church and state touch ev'rything
best they hold their tongues

no stuttering truth
no juggling words that might hurt
no awkward pauses

small talk and gossip
nothing of human in'trest
pleasantries prevail

Bitch

.
Hey!
hold on
it's my turn
for god's sake
what is wrong with you
why do you persist
you do recognize obnoxiousness
as a flaw
don't you
everywhere you go
everything you do
fussin' and feudin'
flagrancy unimpaired
"my way, do it my way"

cut it out

use your self anointed "brillance"
for something worthwhile
learn how to
not be a bitch
...bitch

ok, now it's your turn

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