I’ve known the streets: Places where the night lingers and the echoes of passing cars feel distant.
My feet have grown accustomed to the dim-lit alleys.
I walked past shuttered windows when the city slept, listening for the familiar footsteps that come and go.
I leaned against the brick walls, my breath clouding in the cold air, and
I whispered in low tones, watching headlights sweep across the pavement, and
I felt the city thrum with unseen stories.
I’ve known the streets: Quiet, restless streets.
My feet have grown accustomed to the dim-lit alleys.
I’ve lain stretched out, my body bare to the night, where beauty and sorrow mingled in my broken bones.
I’ve forsaken my soul for a walking dead man’s pleasure, trading dignity for a moment’s release.
I wanted to retire, live on the beach in Miami, listen to the waves crash on the shore.
But another car has stopped at the curb, and I must wear that smile that pulls at a lonely man’s groin.
Categories:
hooking, body, lust, work,
Form: Free verse
Yup ... there's no question about it,
I'm talking about sex, and all the
Calamity and comedy that surrounds.
Yet I'm not sure if the destiny will
Defer to the clumsy, or if it will
Remain nerve-racking on all grounds.
Because seriously, it is by far the most
Common and popular topic, that virtually
Everyone is scared to death to talk about.
Starting with the basics, the birds & bees,
Before graduating to STD's, I often
Wonder if the birthrate is in doubt.
This nauseating nervousness stays with
Us always, from the first dance to the
Last nuptial that we profess.
So as long as those butterflies keep
Flittering, we might get lucky with a
Sexual encounter, I guess.
It seems ironic that something so natural,
Can bestow so much anxiety with the
Mere thought of its success.
While we fumble along, sometimes pulling
A loose foot out of our mouth, but who knows,
We've done more with less.
Categories:
hooking, anxiety, crush, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
hooking laughs
then another
~ barrel of monkeys
posted on June 12, 2018
Categories:
hooking, autumn, childhood, games, october,
Form: Haiku
She is a Ugandan girl
The odds are stacked against her
That is her first hurdle
She is also a Christian girl
That is her second hurdle
Clearly, hooking up is bad
She goes ahead
She braves the storm
She hits the bar
Try as she may
The good ones won’t play
Clearly, hooking up is hard
She lays out her cards
Rack, **** and eyes
She works it, oh does she work it
Her trap is set; at last a rat is caught
Off to bed with a barely a name known
Clearly, hooking up is mad
Come the morning
Exposed in the harsh light of day
Sneaking out with shoes in hand
Breath laced with the stale smell of booze
Shoulders low under the weight of regret
Clearly, hooking up is sad.
Categories:
hooking, image, life,
Form: Light Verse
My new office is a maze and tangle of wires
a challenge for these tired old eyes:
What goes how and when and where--
think I'll go outside and get some air.
Categories:
hooking, confusion,
Form: Couplet