Let's just table this discussion
so I can table you.

You pitiable
Fool.
What niaviety,
What simple ineptitude,
What casual disregard,
What blind optimism,
What egotistical faith,
To tempt the universe to stop you.

I ****** a boy with an evil smile tonight; he kissed me, said "don't be afraid to fall in love" then called a cab to bring me home

One-hour love
The kind of love nobody talks about.
Get-to-it love
Makes you want to howl and shout.
Not buying the cow
Just going go ahead and try it out.
One-hour love
The kind I can’t really do without.

Just an hour
That’s all it takes.
Anything less
You are no great shakes.
Just sixty minutes
And your world gets rocked.
Like changing your oil
On your engine block.

Not talking marriage
Nothing about forever and ever.
Straight up front truth
Just two people loving together.
No ring or anything
No possessivity, no never.
Just monkey love
Working ourselves into a lather.

One-hour love
It really shouldn’t take too long.
Hop-to-it love
Quit before anything goes wrong.
Impromptu love
Often the hottest you ever saw.
Shout hallelujah love
Never end up with a mother in law.

Just an hour
And you’re ready to run.
So little time
But so very much fun.
Just sixty minutes
And life is worthwhile.
Just the kind of exercise
Could make a statue smile.


Two-hippies love
Free love and all of that stuff.
Afternoon love
Without all the romantic guff.
Truck-driver love
Hard-driving without any fluff.
Sledgehammer love
Proving you both are tough.

Just an hour
That’s all it takes.
Anything less
You are no great shakes.
Just sixty minutes
And your world gets rocked.
Like changing your oil
On your engine block.

this casual relationship
is starting to turn
into a nervous churn
deep inside my skin
& getting to my stomach
I’m turning kind of nervous
only because I’m curious
to see what you think of me
and knowing your response
to “could we really be”
I don’t need to fail
knowing that you’d bail
upon me asking
to have this sober conversation

Like having casual tea with a casualty,
you’re boring me to death.
Can you stop wasting air talking
of your last breath?

While heartlessly seeming,
while your heart’s still beating
you should put your pulse to use
For each song cannot function without a beating heart
And a beautiful one we’d lose

Do you want to have your sheet music
buried under sheets,
never to be seen nor heard nor felt
or even worth caring?

Let beauty flow through sorrowed songs,
with every breath you take
don’t bore us all to tears with such a
fatal mistake.. If life you take..

I do not know how to tell you this
But I think it is time
That I should move on
And so should you

I'm sorry to put you through this
You have suffered a lot
All because of me

Now I am ending this
Trust me it is for the best
Truth is that
You just don't do it for me anymore

I know you must be thinking
That it is me who destroyed you
And made you irreparable
But this had to happen one day

I apologize for everything
For chewing your bristles and
Ruining your tongue cleaner
Goodbye my toothbrush number 197

Yours truly..