Discounted Poetry

Wealthy divorcee. A different direction, Dead end. A sleepy morning by my iPad. You imagine you’re eighteen, But you are still forty-two. You know I love those smaller titties. I dive into the pain. The uprising pounding in my temples. You said you noticed I don’t wear a ring. I’ve face blindness so I didn’t know You are the hot lady who called me The umbrella man. You noticed my black eye. This fucking Maroon 5, The video you can’t escape, You’re so misled. She will not be loved. Please spread. - 10/10/26

You ride the morning After the alarm, The cravings. Coffee sees you off. Platonic work wife Smiles sugar. Boulders aren’t dislodging, Raging down the hillsides. Lunch is dialogue You dumbed down for the natives. You’re a mile from the eighties. Life is creeping down the chute. You’re coasting on your charms. What did you dream last night, Or can you dream at all These brutal times? Good god, I crave a single work day Unpredictable. No love Is simmering in ruins Of capitalistic cages. I remember nights Beneath the apple blossoms Dancing close to breathe each other’s steam. You wore a yellow sweater Smelling of vanilla. - 10/7/27

My imagination waking Told more stories Ending in eternal happiness. Lovers My Polaroids reversed, Suddenly in present colors, Warmly living, Slipping, Fading dull to silver nothing. Eat the wedding cake As love is still In flash-lit saturation. - 10/6/26

The rain is fickle, Purring as an older regal cat. The pillow rumble Roars discreetly like air conditioning And tapers to a silky silent Spent humidity. You so slight, Rampaging through my thoughts Like Gulliver set free From dental floss constraints. I stand unsteady Where you stepped inside the mud, Unbalanced, Drowning in the gentle Rising morning flood. - 10/5/26

You tell me Years away, A world apart. You leave the rest So quietly About the air. Your eyes and words Are telling different desires. I have painfully placed Enough into the pot. I call. - 10/2/26

Only so many layers to the warp of the wood. Only so many grains of sand inside the genie's bottle. The sudden lights are molten gold and white. You see you're dancing with no one, You fool. Everything is ended Again. - 10/1/26