You're such a handsome man, you know
(or woman as the case may be)
You love to sit and talk with me
You love to come and lay with me
(though we're not motionless at all)
Your hair, it matters little
Your beard is full and soft
Your hands (ah! your hands)
Rough from labor, soft from work
Either does suit me
Your eyes are bright with intellect
with tenderness for me
When we talk, I love you best
For it goes on for hours
We read aloud from books we love
and discuss themes and diction
We read together poetry
discussing rhyme and meter
I read you one I wrote today
And you think it a wonder
You tell me of your own creation
as I love you more
We walk then to our bedroom
and I turn off the light.

I smoke cigarettes
I drink ***** straight
I party with the suffragettes.
I have no job.
I have a car.
I have a brand new, spanking guitar.
I'll sing a song,
so sing along.
I'm a born-again, ***** brunette.
*******, where's a cigarette?
I write some lines.
I've got some fines.
I snort a line,
I'm doing fine.
Poet,
know it,
*****,
snitch,
girl,
hurl,
finger,
singer,
love,
glove,
me,
b­e,
book,
hooked,
see?
three!
And now you know,
my tale, insane.
It's not quite told,
I'll try again.
****,
Greed,
'strology,
Blasphemy,
Gay/Straight,
don't hate,
quitter,
hitter,
fool,
cool,
won't get me in a swimming pool.
delusional,
confusional,
blankets,
spank it,
pillows,
billows
out the car into the night.
Taurus,
chorus!!
Oh, won't you be my Valentine,
Now you've seen into my mind?

Come, lie down with me.
Kiss me softly
hold my self
then you enter me
(and I in you)
but quickly, please
the dance, the dance
it frightens me
I'll stave you off
for fear of it.
but when you enter in...
you stay a while with me
and while you stay
I chance upon another world
the world i do love best.
but you are
the worst bedfellow
for in the morn
I'll always find you gone.

Oh, the days, the days.
The everpresent tick tock of that ******* clock.
I'll smoke a cigarette to pass the time.
I'll listen to the radio
turn on my stereo.
Pick up my phone,
There's nothing there.
Monotony has got me looking longingly
at my coffee machine
my guitar
my notebooks
Pens and Paper.
Books I didn't write
but love to read.
Applications that are half filled out
pills prescribed
uneaten.
Boredom is the worst drug I've ever taken.

Dear Headache,

I see you're back again,
like you think that I'm your friend.
Like you think I enjoy your company.
Well, let me tell ya somethin', honey.
You need to go the **** away,
and don't come back another day.
The only time I let you in,
You're my excuse to eat a Vicodin.

No love,
Irene Saylor

Sleep encase me
Boy embrace me
Pills and pills and pills and thrills
Smoke that bowl
Snort that ****
Shoot that junk
But if that's it
Walk away
Hang your head
Go back home
Get into bed
Don't wake up
Just don't sleep
Wine and time
Make stomachs weak

You may be the subject
today.
You be the cause of the effect
today.

"What do you read, my lord?"
"Words, words, words."

They sound together,
fall trippingly [off] the tongue
but not for you
tomorrow.
When I my laptop collapse,
when I this file save
you are not required.
Dear muse,
she'll tease you and haunt you
and fill your bed a while
Don't think I'd leave my muse for you
Don't think a single poet would
Don't think these words haven't been played,written, written
written to Death
And they'll be wrote
(again, again)
till He is our
Bedfellow.