You were so hot I spun twice to see, call me a fan
Your regal youth made my blood boil, call you peter pan

You were like a boomerang I wanted to throw away but you kept coming back to me,
And maybe I've always been scared of hurdles and you were my biggest one, 'cause I just can't get over you, you see

I thought you were like a paradox:
Cool as ice and hot as molten rock

You were like a magician with words, drove me so crazy I was pulling out my hare,
You steal my heart like a pirate captain when I sea you standing there,

But you didn’t have any morals, I deserve to call you *****ible
Yet you still think you're cute. you know? leaving my house the way you came would be adooreble

I discovered your texts to her on my birthday, the cake was ruined with my tiers
You caught my Eye with your animal magnetism, but you’ve been a cheetah for years

What? you think this is a game? No, you don't have a clue!
You had a monopoly on my life and now your name is taboo

You said you needed some time and space to yourself you were the only one in the galaxy I Wanted,
I guess life never turns out how you planet and since you left I've been feeling haunted,

Why did I believe you were a great catch? Just because you master *****?
You made me think we could smash; every second felt like a brawl

Loving you was no gouda, though I swiss you now that you’re gone, it isn’t easy,
I said goodbye, It’s not you it’s brie, sorry that was cheesy.

You gave my life flavor but you were just a masked spyce that made my life sour like limes
I know I need to chili but you have really bad taste and we’re out of thyme

I need a holiday from your lies, my patience is running short
I’m better off with you gone, and leaving you is my last resort

I guess we didn't have that spark no need to be astunished,
all I know now is: IT IS TIME YOU WERE PUNISHED.

I believe my muse may be a tease.
It will visit me with an idea,
but not the words to express it.
I am
FRUSTRATED.
My vocabulary
and eloquence
and articulation
have
dim-
in-
ished.
A poem will start itself;
The end product will be
WRONG.
Un-natural,
un-flowing,
un-readable,
un-me.
****
that
b­astard
teasing
muse.
(Although this is a poem -
and in being a poem, has created a paradox.
Nobody think about it!
If you do it will all disappear:
Poem, muse, and me.)

I had a young shark as a pet
when he was still so small
We would both love to get wet
and with the sea waves roll

Chasing surfers, scaring girls
with both our fins out
Hiding beneath oceans swirls
as they scream and shout

From shocking many scuba divers
we would get our kicks
There wouldn't be any survivors
from our bag of tricks

But then suddenly one day
our friendship hit a snag
and I no longer with sea waves play
because I have one leg

Oh I See..

Vanity in my mirror,
I see Vanity in the windows
I shop, reflected

pausing;

longer, less and less
to spend money, time; time, money
I see vanity in my tablet, my computer
screens.

I see vanity  re-
fracted in faces,
I look into their portals, at their
windows, blinded, shielding their
soul.  But,
those others who turn away,
refusing to accept my eyes in greeting
or those that stare at the ground like they
have lost...

something, like a way OUT,
through the ground but that
leads to hell, unless,
wait...vanity;

I have worked,
worked very hard at mine,
Sturdy Legs, great support,
where the concrete Slab,
sits below my Chest Of Drawers,
one of which holds an imperfect thing,
which
         beats,
de-
      spite
it's
      un-
           fin
                ished
state
and atop this mobile furniture is
what?

a cloud, no, an expensive mercury-backed glass s u r face,

NO,

a perfect carving chiselled, no.

There is no face anymore, just a surface
that reflects inside and outside,
every face that stares, blankly at me.

Help us, help us all.

HER ROYAL ISHNESS

A woman
of few words.

She was considered
quite a dish.

So stylish.
A la Lillian Gish

"Are you cold?"
I asked as host.

"...ish!"
she offered

barely moving
her lips.

"When would you like to eat
8 or..?"

"8...ish!"

She could shoehorn her "ish" tidbit
into almost any conversation.

"Yes;.veggie!"
"No...no fish!"

She let her eyes
do all the talking.

She absorbed the room
and all the men and all their mores.

Found them wanting.
Knew what they wanted.
Wanted none of it.
Left them panting.

She left when it was getting
late...ish.

"Tired!"
"...ish!" she ished.

Like a ventriloquist.
Her lips barely parting.

She spoke with a lisp
and a cold.

So that a kiss
became a khiss.

I gave her the goodbye khiss
she wished.

She left and left us
each bereft.

As if a voiceover
or an intercom had announced

her departure.

"Her Royal Ishness
has left the building!"

HER ROYAL ISHNESS

A woman
of few words.

She was considered
quite a dish.

So stylish.
A la Lillian Gish

"Are you cold?"
I asked as host.

"...ish!"
she offered

barely moving
her lips.

"When would you like to eat
8 or..?"

"8...ish!"

She could shoehorn her "ish" tidbit
into almost any conversation.

"Yes;.veggie!"
"No...no fish!"

She let her eyes
do all the talking.

She absorbed the room
and all the men and all their mores.

Found them wanting.
Knew what they wanted.
Wanted none of it.
Left them panting.

She left when it was getting
late...ish.

"Tired!"
"...ish!" she ished.

Like a ventriloquist.
Her lips barely parting.

She spoke with a lisp
and a cold.

So that a kiss
became a khiss.

I gave her the goodbye khiss
she wished.

She left and left us
each bereft.

As if a voiceover
or an intercom had announced

her departure.

"Her Royal Ishness
has left the building!"