Coquette

I’ve spun.
Sat through storms
and treachered all weathers,
but whirlwinds in my head?
Gusting gales have my sight all fuzzy;
but make no mistake, I’ve my sights set steady.
Though flustered is this courage mustered.
Head set sails to cloud high inclinations
and each indication set,
met perfectly by distinct anticipation.
But this damned preoccupation,
atmospheric hesitations.
She gives me butterflies
from here to the end of any sky.

Sodapop

Something like anatomy,
leaves me strung up
heels over head and
blood rushes down
to think thinks
and I’m doing all this for me.
How did my knees get so weak?
Trial and failure turned
drunken and valor.
She’s rattling my ribs and
my heart just won’t quit.
I think curiosity got it
best of all;
pilfering every breath
I could even dream.
My Little Miss Curtis,
just believe me.
I think in reds and blues and
multiples of two and
I don’t know what it means.
But it’s always you.

Dionysus

Damage control.
Amidst power struggle
tug of war deliberations
Artemis and Ares
are picking sides and
drawing lines and
it doesn’t look like
Eros will be hard to heed.
Oh, those Zorbas
and their dramatics;
waging wars over
beyond bronzed comestibles.

Lovers by Proxy

And the sirens came and collected sound.

Left with desolate time and maybe a feeling

that yesterday was all we had

to look forward to.

She said don't let go

after she hit the ground.

Separate the skips from the kicks,

feel the difference between right and wrong.

She's shaking spoons for reactions.

But she's got nothing to worry about

because they took that too.

Lovers by proxy.

Sir, End Her

Sends white flags down my spine

while timing how long it took

to reach full mast.

Looks like I've got time to kill.

My internal clock's got

dynamite for hands.

Ticking no's instead of seconds.

Animalistic satisfactions.

Inclement intentions.

(Of Choice)

Complicated Cocktail:

2 parts memory

1 part empty time

3 parts dots to connect

1 part paper trail

Capital P

River City style revival

getting things off my chest.

Ink plots point toward

developmental delays,

hitch-hiking.

Stable Eighty.

(Formerly: drinks on the job.)

Perpetually at a loss for words.

Generic

Riding bedpost carousals like waves

I can tell I still make her

wish she could surf.

Hesitates to anticipate

my next move.

Stings like only a true friend could.

She knows me too well.

Loveless Marriage

Radio preset #2:
headache and
admiration for
steady hearts,
like you never blinked.
Lets be practical, for once.

Eye Level

Pool my
calm and collected
future tense lullabies,
oh I’ve got
fables that would make
even Aesop’s stomach turn.

Sweet smiles for lessons
yet to be learned.

Finding secrets in trees,
it’s almost like I had a
childhood.
Impish grin and I’m
flicking quarters at problems.
Steer clear, I warn.

I’ve got bones to pick from;
closets impending resolution.