Category: Poetry

She likes to be on top of the wall

she likes to be on top of the stones

she likes to be on top of the hill

she likes to be on top of the sill

she likes to be on top of the post

she likes to be on top of the tree

but I like her to be where she loves most

and that’s to be on top of me

Happy 1 year anniversary babe

Highly musical legs dancing the floor, her hair rayed the fog lights.  I walked in and turned to the barkeep to order my hardest drink, orange juice and ginger ale.  I added a splash of vanilla to liven things up.  “Who’s that girl,” the person next to me asked.  “I’m not sure,” not even looking up.  “I saw her on fire earlier.”  “That’s nice.”  I turned away from him only to see on my other side her.  “I can’t help you.”  “That’s nice.” “Hey, let’s switch places.”  “Leave me alone, go around.”  He got off his stool, almost knocking it into my lap and leaned into her.  “I need some assistance.”  I tune out the rest of the conversation, “another drink bartender, to go.”   All my time is over, it’s good to see you.  Don’t let me leave once more without paying.  I hate owing somebody something.  I stood up.  “Hey, you’re leaving?”  “Yea, why?”  “I’ve never had someone just leave before.  Maybe I could help you after all.”  “No thanks, I don’t play your kind.”  Exiting the door, a cab pulled up.  He instinctively swerved away from me.  “Hey, I’m not drunk!”  “That’s what they all say, now get in.”  It was actually fairly clean inside.  “Where to?” “183 Westmeister street.”  “But that’s only a few minutes walk!”  “I know, just drive around a bit.”  “Ok pal whatever you say.”  The lights coronaed all the windows creating dashing designs on my shirt.  I looked out at the empty streets, empty street corners, empty stores, empty seat beside me.  Over the Ghamber Street bridge, then back over it again the other way.  “Hey, mind if I pickup another fare then?”  “Whatever.”  He chuckles, she gets in beside me, sat her bags down between us, adjusted her toby hat above her eyes, I don’t even know if she’s noticed me.  She’s adjusting her hair, pulling out a mirror and smacking lips.   The mirror catches a glimpse of me and she jumps.  “Oh my God!”  smile, “Hi.”  “I didn’t see you there.”  “You were busy.”  “Aha I guess so, sorry.”  “It’s no problem.”  “Where you headed?”  “Just riding.”  confused look, “Oh.”  She measures me up and down, like I was some homeless guy that just wanted somewhere warm to be.  I could barely move with all the bags in the car, I was beginning to crush some of them.  “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were in here or I would of put them in the back.”  “It’s no problem.”  “You don’t have many problems, do you?”  “Quite.”  Hmm “Well, here’s my stop.”  She gets out, looks in “So, are you going to help or what?”  “Help?”  She looks at the bags.  I very clumsily pushed them together, grasping them all in one hand while closing the door behind me.  I paid her fare, and gave the cabbie a $50 tip.

“So, how are they?”, she said as I met her glare unexpectantly.  “Bouncy,” I said, looking straight into her eyes, trying not to stare below the neckline.  Actually, I almost always look through the eyes.  Not into.  For such a pretty lady anyway.  They were nice and bouncy I told her.  Pleasantly bouncy, uplifting, smooth feeling, with a fresh scent even.  They were just the perfect size too.  Not too big, and definately not too small.  She even demonstrated as she kneeled down in front of me and touched my toes.  “They’re perfect”, she said.  That they were.  I couldn’t wait to put my feet in them.  All day long.  And at night, I’ll unlace them with pleasure.  I need to go shoe shopping more often.

she was a one look girl
that’s all it took
and as we walked into the restaurant
all the looks were on her
with me staggering behind
all my looks were on her
the entire time we dined
it didn’t take long for soon
we ordered one dessert with two spoons
the ice cream all melted
as we continued to talk
almost wondering if we were
the last ones in the restaurant
so we walked outside to say goodbye
it was time for us to rest
and we gave each other two armed hugs
those kinds are always the best

8-6-2007

I open up this book
and turn to my last page
an unfinished chapter
that left me dangling for ages
it’s time to turn the page
and continue on my journey
to the start of a new age
that i’ll dream about till mourning

8-5-2007

come on blues man
play me some blues
drown out my thoughts
with your sad sad news
turn it on up
tell me your story
I want to hear about
your heartbroken allegory
I know it’s a sad song
even though it’s upbeat
but it’s holding back my tears
as i’m stomping my feet
so come on blues man
sing me your blues
or I’ll drown out your thoughts
with my sad sad news

4-5-07

i’d love to call you baby
and hold you all night maybe
even more to be my lady

damn thats so corny

I’m going to bed
and I’m going to think
I’ll cuddle my pillow
and pretend it’s you
I’m holding
I’m loving
my thoughts of you

I’m going to sleep
and I’m going to dream
you’re cuddling your pillow
and pretending it’s me
you’re holding
you’re loving
you’re dreaming of me

3-29-07

everything’s numb
dry mouth
breathy sighs
I can imagine her
looking into my eyes
I can pretend
that she’s all mine
I can imagine
that now she’s satisfied

3-29-07