Discounted Poetry

You dreamed you'd drive DeLoreans. Last year, your stylist said to lose the Tesla. So you pick her up in the XM. You're relieved the service got  The long straight blonde hair Right this time. You give them enough money. Her dress is cut quite low To show the slopes of the course Or local photo opportunities. Your shirt's unbuttoned low to flaunt The hilts within your chest Like silver chains of masculinity. She smiles, Kisses Chardonnay You bought with platinum. She's sure to say your first name plenty And she laughs the perfect volume; It splashes on the tables near But doesn't flood the room. You're still not funny. - 10/14/26

The aluminum foil crinkles over the jagged skyline. I'll be staying underneath the ceiling this grey evening. The melancholy drizzling inside the foggy rain Was only recently a fuzzy blanket. I never noticed it was twice again too large Till after you took that job And moved beneath another longing sky. - 10/13/26

The calming peace Can save your life. It shelters ships And holds the waves from drowning us all, But the calming peace Will leave you down and bored. I knew I had to turn and walk away Across the raging red, The wild green and shocking gold, But god I miss the surge Exact, delicious, free. I know you seldom spy a mermaid In the center of the hurricane,  But you never find them baking slow Along the shore. Retreating to a safer distance, You no longer even hear their songs. - 10/12/26

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