A Romantic is always afraid deep inside
expectations will never come true
Chasing a mirage that stays beyond reach
waiting and hoping in lieu…
A Romantic betroths those lies of the heart
in amorous moments to roam
Wooing a dream that’s jilted by sleep
to wander, to wonder—alone
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Categories:
bardstown, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
There was a woman
Today at the bookstore
On Bardstown Road
Her hair was purple
With a little green
Mixed in for class
I guess
She had glasses with
Black frames
Wearing a blue dress
Her breasts were pointy
Firm and round
I smiled at her
She smiled a fake smile
And we went
Our separate ways
Too bad I said
She was a nerd
Just a geek
Just my type
Categories:
bardstown, beauty, funny love,
Form: Prose