These freckles on my shoulder
From days in the sun
Where apparently UV rays
Could penetrate my pride.
Oh, complex funny girl!
So intimately shy you’ve grown to me.
When you dance the dance of a thousand questions
Around me, all I can do is smile.
And you prance around with a head full of worries.
Worries are for the dull, funny girl!
Keep them low and hidden from view.
Then we’ll share the joy life has to bring.
Forest Falls 2/27
So this is snow.
Riding in 4-wheel drive
'I love you'
when the defrost is turned on
(backwards of course)
for all the natives of
These sneakers aren't cutting it
in the snow.
When you eat snow,
let it melt and savor it.
Someone up there thought you
and you didn't leave your cup outside
for Him to fill it up.
Don't rhyme, Poetry.
Our thoughts and tongues don't think that way.
Steer clear of meter, sweet Poetry.
I'm tired of counting and scanning.
Liberate yourself from the chains of Tradition
and become yourself, Poetry.
I know your laws like a son knows his father's,
Reading your tales from Burns, Blake, and Donne.
I know your anatomy like a physician
and I practiced, practice, practicing.
And like the teenager I am, Poetry,
I became an individually packaged poet
Pen sold separately.
And all by choice, too.
Keep your tradition, and I'll start mine.
I'll visit, and I expect you to call,
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Cigarettes and a Forty Dollar Guitar.
Driving away from your house
I always wonder
If my cigarettes will ever
It’s my hope that
By ingesting my body with
Nicotine and irrelevant thought
That it would somehow
Supplant the sexual frustrations
You leave me with.
When I get lonely
I tend to play my guitar
Until I fall asleep next to it,
Holding it because it can hold a tune
Far better than I can
And it never turns it’s back to me
Because I played a bad chord
Or strummed it a touch too hard.
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