Twirl Her

Twirl Her

My laughing love
I cast you ahead and reach
Taking two of your small fingers into my hand
Pulling you close again
I dance you in the nightclub doorway
Until someone asks us to move

—-

Picture Window

The matured
Tear lovingly
Personal remembrance of young love
Warmly dining, they gaze
Through the restaurant’s picture window
At the large snowflakes falling
And of me
Kissing you
My love

—-

The Girl and the Pull-Out Couch

I sleep on a broken,
Pull-out couch
When I’m ready for bed, I have to use a
Drumstick to
Pry it open
Once opened, the middle of the mattress
Sinks down
Deep
A product of my roommate’s
Love of
Late night bouncing
All in all, the bed is very uncomfortable
I keep the sheets and pillow
In an old trunk
And always make sure
To put the couch
And sheets
Away
Every morning
That way people in the house can sit
And have a place to lay
Their
Coffee down
If I come home with a woman,
Oo la la
I feel embarrassed and
Make a joke
As I jimmy my bed open
Girls laugh, yet I can sense them mentally recalculating Their life’s direction
One morning
After I brushed my teeth,
Made coffee
And
Came back into the living room
I saw the girl I had
Oo la la’ed with
The night before
Standing in the middle of the living room,
Eyes wide with a smile
She had remembered
My process
Of getting ready for bed
And did it in reverse
The couch was put away nicely
And the sheets were folded with the pillow
And placed neatly in the
Trunk
Holding the two coffees I thought,
“She’s a keeper”
And she was

—-

Her Display

In an overly dramatic flaunt
She hollered
She thrashed
She even tried to cast his flowers away
But the flowers would not leave her hand
They held tight
For they
Like she
Knew
If she wasn’t careful
He would soon realize

There were nicer girls
—-

A Wasted Man

She liked him more, but knew him less
She hated the skag for having him for her own
And hated that he, who seemed so smart,
So level headed,
Would stay with such a witch
“Couldn’t he see?”
She hated most, the waste of such a nice man
But he is not hers
And that’s the way it went