it's called eye contact

excuse me, dude,
I'm
totally cute,
and don't you
know
it's rude
to have your eyes
unglued?

gather your
gluestick
and give it
a whack.
fantasize about
my back
side
and all
the shit
you want to
slide
against me.

it there a reason
for your visual
treason?
do you only
do
dudes?
or were you
just born rude?

I relish
watching
your next
attempt
turn into
a south pole
ignore.

weather change

I was his
and all
his
broken promises.

his
magic mistress
escape from
distress
his
dusk til dawn
chess pawn
princess.

I was his
business.
His draft
Guiness.
His eye glisten
His booze
breath
listen.
His loose
legs
vixen
His
miss fix it
his earth
spin.

and now
his needs
are
different.
His toes
face open
doors
& his
fingers
fold together
in fours
while my
hands are

cold.

girls can totally get blue balls

He says
no to sex.

Excuse my
protest,
have you grown
breasts?
Are there balls
bouncing
between your
legs?

There is a
vying vagina
in front of your
face,
do I need to
point to the place?

Do you need a
lighted strip
for your dick's
entrance?

I thought you
were born
to fuck
wet holes,
assholes.
What's with
this dude who refuses?

Your sexual
restraint
draws me blank.
Looks like your only
withdrawal
will be from
the bank

I'm not yours

I'll
never
be some
bisquick mistress
bitch for him.

Fuck pancakes
and stuff your
bellyaches.
Get your own
Jemima,
and no,
I won't be home
at five O'.

I'll wear heels
too tall
for you to kiss me
and wear colors you think
are disgusting.

I'll blow kisses
at other misters
and I won't miss you.

I'll use pen on scantrons
and spit at your promises.

There's a reason men won't
wear glistening karats across
their fingers.

I'd rather see him beg than cheat,
I'd rather see him leave than find my
secrets.

the cylcle of life

Bones are born to be buried
then unearthed,
I think,
as your buried boner squirts.

Was it God's plan
to create all dogs
to want a bone to bury
and to beg?

green

Jealousy
wrecks
the best of me.
It bitters my skin
& shrivels my cells.
It wedges itself
inner shelves
it stores
in my pores
and pours
unfortunate
into important
pristine
places.
My insides
long for
innocent luster
now dulled by
oxidized greens
flattened esteem
and the
brick
of mean.

I am unclean

You make me wish I broke my bic

I wish I hadn't shaved my legs for you.
You don't deserve this
smooth.
You don't deserve hairless curves
that occur across these stems.

And you paw at my privates
in pointless
pathetic
pursuit,
missing my more
seductive
spaces.

These things are for earning
and you are a broke banker.

Try to embrace the soft places
where sun can't caress,
and maybe I'll let you have a glance
at my rest.