A loving , weathered face in the morning clouds , faithful companion to my Summer occupations , a drink of cool spring water in the late afternoon hour , a studious Indigo Bunting chirping praise from the Sunflowers* ...

Waking up
in the middle of the night
to a piece of glass
stuck
in my left hand;
not that I broke, but that girl-
you know the type:
the one that screams and yells
the one that says I disrespect her
as she holds my reins
and has my chains
the girl who sells me short
to whom I sacrifice so much of myself,
and who sacrifices so much of herself
and yet it isn't working,
no matter how much compromise
to me,
it doesn't seem healthy
yet she says she loves me
but when I am just me
it starts a fight
and since I refuse to fight
it only fuels the plight.

This glass draws blood-
it is all over the bed
(the glass, not the blood.. yet)
yet I would rather sleep with it
than I would with her;
for the glass is far more
welcoming
and accepting;
thus can one say
the glass doth love me for me more!

Curvaceous Katie
Made the little boys go crazy
Made their little hearts race
Enthralled by a game of chase.

Crazy ken was one of the boys
Who saw Katie as one of his toys
A plaything for lust-filled minds
As though her chest were gold mines.

She wore a smile on her face
And confidence in the form of a bikini
Her ***** wasn’t the least bit tiny.

Crazy ken reflected,
Not sure what he had expected
As he lined his wallet slots with
****** packets
in hopes that in any case
She was feeling up to it,
He would have his *****
become latex encased.

Upon further discussion
A bit of complaining
A bit of fussing,
She comes to agree
On his plan,
After all what good is a tan
If no one can see it.
Crazy ken was certain
That he had packed
His ***** curtain
But as he looked at his wallet
He noticed empty slots
He gestures to Katie,
and decides to ask her,
‘We can still make it occur,
If you lets say were,
To let me go unwrapped?’

She lets out a confidence smile
And held it in its place for a while
‘Buddy, you can go **** yourself’.