Her championship kiss, too,
Will empty me, exclusively,
     To poverty.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

An eighteen-wheeler truck
Smashing through a Jaguar XK8.
     How priceless...*

© 2015 J.S.P.

These unruly kites,
The froth of the world
     Know immortality.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Can't lick your elbow,
Can you?
     I can*, said she.

© 2015 J.S.P.

Love...

It felt like beautiful cancer,
Said the cancer survivor.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Play with her,
All of her,
Her,
Except her heart.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I love her C-s and O-s,
Her zeroes,
Her parentheses.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Believe me, pal.
When she says zip,
It means unzip.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Writer's block has clogged my mental pores
Oily ignorance I cannot ignore
Technology is fogging up my mind
Leaving me no time to unwind

I looked in the mirror today
And guess what I saw

My ugly, stunted imagination's face
Full of gross digital zits
I'm really starting to miss
My former wit
I've got to get out of this keyboard-y place