Discounted Poetry

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

She's a slightly plumper Young Scarlett Johansson. She inquires about my hidden desires. She is loving Running hands throughout my hair And recommending a conditioner treatment. My every friend would be in love. She isn't right for me. The humid breezes blew me wild, Tangled me in other wires. I burst in autumn, Rocket through the winter, But I'm always alone in September. - 8/4/26

The air is still. I smell your powder As you sit on top the swing, Your skin the moon, Your face brushed soft By edges of the light Above the parking lot. You open like a hope chest. Secrets pass unfolded, Delicate. I read them hungry Though with care. Inside this quiet night, I memorize you. And I know for you It isn't love. I know you need An intimate release, A safe transfer of documents, A nearness. I absorb you And your lunar pale, Although I know I do not hold you, Don't really touch you at all. 8/3/26

You pour in, Fill me, A strong and smoky swallow Warming, nearly glowing. You stir the mundane world And lighten me. This brewed so long, Forever. I sip Seeing flashes Joyful I believed far past. - 7/27/26

When I've spent too long Exploring her reflecting eyes, She moves as if through jelly, Floods of maple syrup, Inching past me in minutes Stretched thinly, Threatening to tear. She leaves as if escaping, Lacking pause, Or interruption, A regret, Or sentiment. I always give myself To the clueless, Careless, Kind yet unaffected. I long to see somebody Examining me, Studying my exiting. - 7/24/26

The mono speaker in the restaurant Is playing my favorite eighties song About a love, A beautiful and tender flower thin and Breaking through the ugly earth's Embittered crust To grow And die, Unable to survive Rootless. Already You have left your seat, Your coffee steam A starving spirit Faintly rising in the air. I'm barely aware. - 7/23/26