Poetic musings
Sometimes
I wish
I had
a dick.
they all like
to lick
Penis envy
Freud would say
but I just want
to whip it out
and piss
Standing up
for just a day.
Know why I have to
adjust
my balls
or make a cat call
just kidding
not a creep
after all
or
Watch it shrink
after swimming
in an ice rink
or use
that mind
to think.
But my favorite color
is pink
I love how my skin folds
Protects my soul,
greatest secret
my lips haven’t told.
On February 14th
NYC took me out
on a date
Cosmopolitan allure
multilingual skill
set
Knew how to
thrill, fluorescent
sound all around
Drew me in
with honey roasted
peanut scents
But a cheapskate
McDonald’s dinner
on Valentine’s Day
You’re beautiful
beautiful
beautiful it said
Captivated me with
hidden gems
then took me to bed.
Steals glances
Commands attention
like the sun
She’ll make you
laugh, and show
great fun
A warning must
be made, bitterness
to the lemonade
She’ll set your heart
on fire, fullfill
your pant’s desire
But oh baby
she’s a liar
Tongue unleashes fire
She’s a viper
love lethal
poison attack
Don’t turn your
back if you want
a fighting chance
Everything trouble
but you’ll just want
her double
Forget the performance
in bed, and think
with your head.
He never loved
me and he
showed it all
the time
Left me hanging
high and dry.
Left my questions
unreplied
I cried maybe
half the time
in between sobs
asking why why why
It started to become
clear but sex was
good so it kept
me near
Rotation of women
Invited to his room
he couldn’t even keep
a count
I wrote sad poems
and cried
while I made
them rhyme
Always had eyes on
all other women
around persuing them
without care
So I’d go home
with a frown wonder
what was wrong
with me
Coffee not sweet?
Chicken not right?
Not good enough for
the night?
Until one day
I was sick of
only him enjoying
the ride
Truth be told
I came maybe 1 out
of 10 times, by my
hand to satisfy
He never loved
me but I do
did and
always will
So with men like
that, I’ve learned to
close the door. Ladies
just say no to manwhores.
Hide guilty pleasures
Bad tv, chocolate, french fries
An Achilles’s heel
Clearing couch cushions
Crawling on floor
Purse pocket
All inches explored
Remote control dive
The couch swallows everything
Crumbs swim across sea
Pus pimples need love
Compulsions drive them away
Mirror splat landing
Daily work day grind
Rapid delirium flow
Not enough living
My beloved plant
Sprouted deliberate roots
– apartment
Love corner position
Grass is greener, always
Open top balcony view
Sky lights not enough
farts equal funny
From sound to smell.
the worst,
Silent but deadly
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