baby got back

her spectacular ass
asks,
grab
as
passers worship
her width,
broad hips,
and that mountainous gift.

daydreams drift like
tides as I wish
for that to be mine.

oh, how men linger and long
for an ass like ham
to pump their hips upon.
to stare down at
while those cocks go to bat.

I watch her bounce that backside
back and forth forming figure eights
and drag that freight through
thankful crowds.

she sneers, cries, covers it,
shy,
as I watch from afar and wonder, why?

she has the script of hypnotists;
a single peruse
of that caboose
and men want you.
a handful of pink flesh
to sink their palms into.

she sheds this power like
useless skin.
shrugs it off;
wasted again.

a thin gray line

I.
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
buy holder
stock seller
store owner
shop keeper
cash counter
money dropper
ad watcher
ideal dumper
see wanter
sell outter
same looker
happy never

II.
Beauty
Be auty
me gaudy
want havey
eye catchy
more passion
less time spent
not meant
all went
none left
face falls
with them
clone continue
catch can't
buy sold
sold out
out done

III.
beauty is in the why of the me holder

diss function

I ask dad with dread,
will mom be sleeping in your bed?

will mom be sleeping in town tonight?
around tonight?

she flew so fast
after the last fight,
a fast flight
a too
frequent
forage
to ruin other families.

she says he's more
manly
a great guy
who makes her giggle
and gasp

--I've asked to hear less.
I'm not impressed
with this
disappearing act
and how she just
gave dad the ax.

can't she sense
the impact
of
mid life mom
creating crisis at home
creeping in at all hours
unknown?

I don't want to know
where she goes
what she does
who is new
and see her flaws.

but who's to force
a family of four
to be functional?

I never realized 6 am existed

at the nip of
slate dawn sky
sunrise raises
your hand inside my thighs.
soggy eyes lessen
and steal from dreams
as you loosen my seams.

birds barely begin to sing
before your bare hands burrow
nests between my breasts
and windows wind down dew drops
that slip snaking
as you through me

the somber sky swells
as sun yawns
into the horizon
of our love's revival
and now we smile in our sleep

the thesaurus has no entries for phallus

I pull this
long
yellow jacketed
phallus
from the bunch as I wonder,

can I eat this in public?

my fingers reverently
caress the rubbery
fruit's curved pleats
asking,
please?

and how can I resist
the soft
slimy succulence of
off-white sweetness
nestled within
?

I pine for the swift
snap and fold
over
open motion
octopus overtly
flails like flanges
and hulas dances
seduction.
it pushes all the
right buttons.

I grab my
golden gondola
to go.
I'll eat this meat
in public,
and let them enjoy my show

cutting the umbliical cord

reborn

like Jesus

the birds
the bees
the trees
seeds spread spring
surrounding.
April tweets
sweetly
as I succumb
to this uncertain
surrender

winter has not left me;
the lead cloak of snowy
sadness has branded
me.
I am cocooned in the comfort
of this jacket
strait restraint
harpoons happy at bay
and I float atop
december's last icy island
isolated
as pre summer's sun
scotches my fortress

jesus spring beckons
blindly optimistic
innocence is in the air's
scent
as I too
am forced into
rebirth

this used to be our time

I.

best friend,
you make me a mess
friend.

I
sit in suspension
waiting

for friendship,
and I am in last place.

I am prom night alone.
I am picked last for basketball teams.
I am the fat child
plucking at loose seams
while the other kids swing.

I am loose,
it seems.
unraveling
and barely me
beneath
useless screams
and salty streams
I want to
drown
between.

and here, again,
it's as though
I've been picked last
on your team.

II.

outcasts
cast out
seem oceans apart,
but I hold you here in my heart
of hearts.

we walk
same saunter
we talk
same tempo
we feel
soul sames:
forwards and backwards
again
and sing the same refrain.

love leaves lonely
looking future forward
towards less tough times,
and even when you cannot be mine,
I will wait for you
if it means standing in line.