I am that which somebody said I ought to be,
or something, or one with everything?
She let me draw her naked once,
as she lay upon my bed,
so I grabbed a pen and paper
and I started with her leg.
I moved on up her thigh
to her supple coffee cup,
then the hand that held it there
atop the curve of her butt.
I traced along her arm,
and slid around her breast;
I trembled as I drew her lips,
and couldn’t draw the rest.
I said, “Babe I can’t go on,
not with this cold sweat,
that coffee smells delicious,
and I haven’t had any yet.”
Let me keep dreaming,
and in my dreams submerge myself in the haunting music of the abyss,
or let me catch the hesitant whistle of a nearby songbird,
and tumble across the soft strains of its morning serenade,
or let me recall the mournful reserve of the stars,
as, hours ago, they were cruelly veiled by uninvited clouds;
let me have anything but this glaring silence,
in which, unbidden, comes the unearthly desire
to write overly dramatic poetry.
I don’t know if he said
Lady you’re an asshole or you’re an
He called me a lady.
This is genius.
Hailing from the distant _____ galaxy…..
“Discussing with a Russian who was munching on a muffin
all about those Main St. blues”
Hahahaha this is amazing!