wading corner, turning pages...

 photo by Matt Stensland ©

prom night eternities at the gas-n-sip

dive tying spy tourniquets

we want perfection not understanding

desire is a process and not something attainable

in convenient packaging, we try to sell life this way

past college into parenting mistakes, selfish like me

we don’t make soothing compassionate care providers

or lawn mowing wallet boardwalk dancers, tired of routine

we muck the senses enough to stumble feet to feet

flip to seat, have you any gum, I want a lucky kiss or two

aren’t you the one in the drive-thru that looked at me sweetly

aren’t you the one that said change is the only exact science

I can’t stop thinking about the polyester surprise

how scents gather two people closing their eyes to escape

to arms, is Jupiter in your clouded judgement

or is someone coughing out a lung in the apartment next door

pot smokers you say, can we get some before we go all out

on a puffed cheese crisp pig out, I promise I‘ll wipe my hands

when I go to the bathroom, yes, before and after

you cook the spaghetti, I’ll throw it to the ceiling

we’ll see if it is done being sticky, never mind

turn the TV on, it is time for spank party cheese cake jesus

what kind of cable did you say you had, where’s the remote

I need to see what the weather is outside and by the way

if you’re getting up could you get me another beer

I kind of like being stuck to almost cotton here

and I don’t want to move until I dry, say hello to the baseboards

for me on the way to the kitchen and would you mind pretending

you were some funny animal when you came back

it turns me on when I’m spouting ridiculous sentence fragments

racing like broken wheels into poems, watching your ass

this way and that way, without a clock telling me what time it is

or who the king and queen will be, sitting on the curb

EJR ©