Salty Wench

Pour vinegar on the chips
Put a wiggle in your hips
Come here, make haste
and give me a taste
of the salt upon your lips


For ECF
November 28th, 2011
Atlanta

Happy Delusion

I've never been here before
These waters are uncharted
The only thing of which I'm sure
Is the point at which we started
Perhaps this is an illusion?
Best not to look too hard
Might break this happy delusion
Might tear it all apart
I don't know where we're going
I just know we're hiking through
I don't know where we're going
I'm just glad I'm here with you
Please give me leave to believe in my own lie
That my love was reflected by the sparkle in your eye


November 28th, 2011
Atlanta

Man Flu

A cold in my nose makes me dour,
Restless and pathetic every hour.
From my bed I should get-up,
Take a breath and "Man-Up".
But I am delicate...like a flower :-P


November 21st, 2011
Atlanta

Bruised

My heart isn't broken,
But it is a little bruised.
It's a big easy target,
Second hand, Slightly used.
So I'll lock it in a box
For seven long years.
And I'll keep it well hidden
Along with all my fears

November 13th, 2011
Atlanta

Irrepressible

Irrepressible and gay
and totally free
She took my hand
She danced with me
A sparkle in her eye
A smile upon her lips
She moved her feet
She moved her hips
Restored and reminded
of who I am
I followed her rhythm
and felt like a man
Wished she would stay
Wished it too much
Messed it all up
with anxiety and such
The music has ended
The band has gone home
The floor is in darkness
And I am alone
I still feel the rhythm
I remember the key
I know the secret
to be totally free


November 8th, 2011
Atlanta

Transition

My heart beats faster
When she is near.
Sweet Memories conjured
By the smell of her hair.
Her body next to mine,
Head tucked under my chin.
Her breath on my chest.
Her warmth on my skin.
Oh, Bind up my heart!
And return to the start.
Can lovers be friends
When the poetry ends?

November 1st, 2011
Atlanta

Emo Freak

Self destructive emo freak
Techno babble java geek
Heartfelt poem bittersweet
Hopeful Hopeful easy speak

November 1st, 2011
Atlanta

If

If she kissed me
I would kiss her back.
If she reached for my hand
I would let her take it.
If she called my name
I would come.

October 24th, 2011
Atlanta

It's not you, it's me.

It's not you, it's me.
(I just want to be free.)

Will you be my friend?
(This is the end.)

Yes. I will be fine.
(Please pass the wine.)

No. I am not glum.
(Just comfortably numb.)

September 29th, 2011
Atlanta

Silliness

Why don't you
Paint your face blue,
Stick your head in a bucket
And play a didgeridoo?