Discounted Poetry

It is nothing like The nights we both Were younger, Kisses drier, Cotton crisper Than your pleats Now puddled On the carpet. Tomorrow, Neither you nor I Will smile While thinking Of this, Your regret, My hunger. - 8/19/26

The summer presses over us. Sugar lemon water Pours between our lips. And to you, It's just a stop for gas. You think my ass is cute, My hair's endearingly too long. For me, It is the chorus to every yearning song I've written since my teens. - 8/18/26

My potential love, If only we could both be bold The same moment. - 8/11/26  

  You remember Honeysuckle kisses in the naughty breezes. Quite romantic, Taking chances on your love, But odds can wink and odds can flee. Your money flew on the pile. The queen was not inside your draw. You spent the evening Staring at the empty table, Drinking bourbon till your words were swimming, Tangled in the strings and strains of nectar dew. - 8/10/26

You are an ample cloud on earth. I walk through you, But my fingers Hungry Foolish Find a humid emptiness. Today, Your flooding eyes I swam around. I stole below And felt your heavy misty presence Even in the unreliable and shifting Tides. You're space that's lacking mass. I cannot grasp, But gravity defiant Jars my anchored thoughts And hauls me up and over To your atomized embrace. - 8/6/26

Everybody's girlfriend wants me, I A strange and shiny charm, A question mark in grey, A raft unmanned Adrift. - 8/5/26