Saturday, November 27, 2010

the dryer sheet cling

for megan

 the sofa smells like fabric softener
because you washed the cushion covers

after i got mad at you for spilling beer
watching the match with your mates

we cuddled up like children on the sofa
falling asleep watching myth busters on telly

our nostrils flaring to take in the artificial
"rainy day" smell you infused with the laundry

and i think, as we kiss, that maybe
i should forgive you for spilling that beer

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

this is still a poetry blog


all out of 1-UPs

a poem for Poptart

jack and i are cuddled up
on the redder of the two red sofas

with pillows and blankets
all piled up around us

he's purring and i'm falling
into the shadows of sleep

but before long ryan wakes us
it's time for bed

he's all out of 1-UPs

tingo neighbors

Tingo (Easter Island): a person who borrows things from a friend’s house one by one until there is nothing left.

he came over the first time
just to introduce himself
as the neighborhood watch dog
and regular gossip hound

we served him some tea
and he took a big piece of cake
wrapped up with some china,
and an over sized silver fork

on his second visit he asked to borrow
a copy of the completed collection
of Sherlock Holmes stories
and a little lamp to read by

over time we lent him a spade
the tall ladder and some gloves
to help clear out his gutters
before the heavy snowfall of winter

we noticed that our old boat
which was left in the yard
was removed from its trailer
and put in the pond across the road

he borrowed dvds and even old vhs
and had to borrow a player and tv
to enjoy the films he borrowed
and while he was at it, the microwave for popcorn

we lent him a set of shelves
to keep his new collection
of our dvds
organized and neat looking

he made us some cake
from our own cake pans
using our spatula and spoon
and all our flour and eggs

such cake was served
on our fine china
with our family's silver cutlery
at our table in  his house

he borrowed everything
including our shed, our cat,
the hose and the fridge
but we had to draw the line

when he asked to borrow mom


A Poem for Jenni

last night he tried to slip Rohypnol
in my Baja Hurricane Blast

but the pill didn't dissolve well
in the icy blue beverage

the little white date rape attempt
labored and fizzed and exposed itself

and the man who i'd thought
about giving it up for anyway

was now wearing my clutch's
channel logo on his forehead

Inspired by the words of a digital translator:

"Still sleepy I wondered .. "What makes you tonight ...?" and I have stumbled absurd thoughts in his head. by lobotomy. load? rhythm? wrought? Tonight we will do all."