You ******, exotic,
Beautiful creature.
I could not be more intrigued by you.
I drove, 46 miles,
to be screamed at for being late.
When I rolled in with a leather jacket
my lit cigarette,
you asumed I was this rebel.
Dangerous,
adventurous creature.
Dropped onto this earth
for your entertainment
That's exactlly what I am.
46 miles away from my home town.
My foam swords,
magic the gathering cards,
Dungeon and dragons playing self
packaged tightly in the lockbox
at my bedroom door.
Today, I am a persona poem.
My smolder is a gas mask.
you are the poison gas.
It was invented for survival
in the trenches with you.
I hold myself like a commander
shouting orders at my mind:
“Stop calling her beautiful, you maggot!
She wants you to take charge.”
“Sir, yes sir!”
...So uh...
What do you wanna do today?
“What do you think you're doing?
Don't give her options, Maggot!
Tell her where you're going!”
“Sir, yes, sir”
We're getting coffee.
her favorite coffee house
She gets a nutella mocha.
I get a 16oz almond milk maple syrup latte
She calls me a hipster,
I laugh, I don't disagree.
I give her the radio,
“What do you think you're doing maggot!?”
“trust me,
we need to find out what music she likes."
Show tunes.
Light bulb.
Rapport jackpot.
you ever heard of Rocky Horror?
Doctor Horribles Sing Along Blog?
Little Shop of Horrors?
Repo, The Genetic Opera?
Hedwig and The Angry Inch?
“What do you think you're doing maggot?
Don't fall in love with this girl."
“Sir, maybe, sir”
We walk the beach,
Singing showtunes
we know all the words.
“You're actually the first person
I've seen in real life from tinder...
I hear all these stories
couples meeting online
Getting murdered
I was half expecting you to **** me.”
“Well we didn't get to the end of the beach yet"
.... wait... is she serious?
"My boyfriends waiting
at the rocks down there
when we Start to ****
he's gonna jump out
slit your throat.
The redness of your blood
spilling on the rocks
is going to make me so,
*******,
Wet.”
"... I
.."
She texts her boyfriend
asks to kiss me.
Babe.
Babe.
C'mon Babe.
Really, Babe.
Babe.
Babe.
Babe.
I drive to portland in the rain
We park in the parking garage
There was free on street parking
but I don't
Understand...
Parking Signs...
“Good job, maggot.”
“Sir, yes, sir”
I drive the 46 miles back to kennebunk to drop her off.
She keeps my favorite shirt
because it smells like me.
when I get home.
I find her ******* in my backseat.
“You forgot something, Maureen"
when do we Tango again?
"When you pay my Rent,
You smug *******."
