1.
lately
I saw her cruising
supping a smoothie
in a Bentley
with some timeworn badly
dude
in a week-worth-pay
jazz-funky suit
older than Grim Reaper
with the eyes
which mildly sipped her
and the mind
to play
a lute
faintly bite
and gently loot
2.
she might called him
sugar daddy
hairless sweetie
macho fatty
she would think
to be the lady
who would marry
that old shtick
but he knows
her style and worries
he’s the one
who writes the stories
bumps for slats
and not so flat
as Moby Dick
3.
she might cost him
more than puppy
less than yapping office yuppies
that’s the price
for his sex toys
what’s a nice
that candy-boy
master-licker
areolas around nipples
luster seeker
who gets deeper
than the lowest vibe of voice
4.
since the words
are sweet and shinny
golden heart
is right for mining
come to pa
a little bunny
jump to spa
rope and soap
don’t go together
prune your temper
preen love feathers
match your mood
with oldie weather
chew the fat
make him sweat
and be as good
as tender food
in a toothless jaw
always cooked
and never raw
5.
she remembers
every flower
while enjoys
a vase
fades in days
or even hours
losing grace
so she builds a maze
for lovers
hard to pass
no one knows
what’s being over
what is cast
December 5, 2016