Oh, just wait

Oh just wait,
I see it in her face tonight,
(or at least I think I do, or want to…)
I know that it could lead
to her being
tongue tied soft shoulder
close to each other,
world around
shut out,
closed eyes,
mouth, tongue, lips
touching, moaning alive…
Make their way to the room
and in front of the mirror,
she’ll come up behind her,
looking at her
kissing that soft shoulder
perfume sweet, salty on her tongue,
as it trickles around that spot
(that, like me, she knows about),
peeling shirt
slowly above her head,
slow hands move now
one
with fingertips
around nipple,
(ooo, a small tug)
the other around her waist
with quiet soft fingernails,
making their way down
(do you feel that reading this now).
buttons,
pull,
one, two, three,
and jeans slip down legs…
and she brings those nails
down thighs,
around, and down,
until they reach it,
sneak up, and play softly
with it.

Night is early still
though,
only talk, laughter
shots of Chivas
Bud light bottle,
pipe smoke sweet in garage
oh, but just wait,
I see it in her face,
(or at least I think I do, or want to…)

Sunday

I woke up face first on the floor.
The smell of the shaggy green carpet reminded me
of a Star Wars bedspread I had as a child;
dull like stale Saturdays, waking up to watch Superfriends.
But the day was Sunday, somehow Sunday.
This I knew from the church bells ringing and echoing
through the open window, where
the wind blew gold curtains, flapping and snapping.
"Somehow Sunday," I said it aloud and hoped
hearing my voice would somehow remind me.
I rose and saw the bright yellow glare
of the school bus unloading sleepy,
Sunday school children across the street;
then I remembered…the bright yellow neon,
flickering in fantastic fits, "Cocktails",
outside the window, just above her smiling face.
Candy colors flashed in intermittent streams
and strobe lights blinked to the thumping beats at our backs.
Forgetting introductions and in-betweens I ordered
"Two whiskeys, doubles, straight up, and make sure
it's Chivas Regal, none of that cheap shit."
She seemed to like that selection and she smiled again--
and the Red from the ‘Bar’ sign fell on her face
and brought out the green in her eyes, squinting.
We talked, and she made me laugh at her story
about her aunt who, "Won over thirty
thousand dollars on the Wheel of Fortune
but on the way home crashed into,"
slurring words and spit were all I could offer her
as she became sad at my laughing--
but truly it seemed funny at the time.
Hours later we found our way out
into the icy wind, our breath in brisk puffs,
laughing because we knew you couldn't make smoke rings
with frost--and her car keys were
locked in her car. We had to walk, hanging
on to each other, down that long, midnight lonely road
"What about you, where's your car," she finally asked
a mile down, and I actually pondered the question
before realizing my friends had left me there hours ago.
We stumbled, "My house is just over here," she said
for what seemed like miles, before we found her door,
and the house smelled just like her, but the carpet…

Betty 1

Sit there
lonely like shadowless light,
so I can watch the midnight minutes
tic away toward you.
I’ll sit there
try to say the things I’ve always wanted to,
but instead get lost in those eyes
and conversations about our jobs
(and I love that blood
and guts don’t faze you).
God, I swear,
it’s like you and I
we’re just old souls connected
‘cause I can’t imagine
there’s a single girl in this nowhere desert town
who could make me feel the way you do.

Toy Frog

Toy Frog

"He comes to life in the sun, watch,"
she said, opening her hand;
where on it's back lay a baby frog, lifeless.
Its belly was still,
and showed a glittering phosphorescent green
that shimmered as she angled it.
"I think that frog's dead honey," I said,
and her blue eyes looked up at me
this huge smile beneath them;
glowing with innocence.
"No, he's not, he comes to life in the sun."
And she left the tree shadowed shade
where we stood, and she squatted down
next to a patch of sun lit concrete.
She opened up her hand, and rolled the stiff,
lifeless frog onto the ground like a plastic toy¾
its legs and feet tucked tight, close to its body.
"See, I think he's dead honey."
"No, he’s not, they all do this,"
and I smiled as I began to turn around
and walk back to my chair.
But something caught the corner of my eye,
it was the frog, hopping in great bounds toward the wet grass.
"See, it’s the sun Daddy," she said smiling huge.

Stormtroopers Have Entered the Base

How do I describe
elbows on table
sinking sighs,
off in another world eyes,
It’s all just something she does
indicates she’s
tired and bored
and would rather be at home
then here with him.
He never understands
or did, at one time,
but now ignores it all
just annoyed by her,
‘cause all he wants is him.
We all fall into that funk
(and she thinks its more)
but oh well,
here it seems
people just don’t care,
would rather live with it
before changing for love.
But, I can really sit here and know,
just from those
sad green eyes
lost in red neon
glowing above your head,
how the smile and laugh guard the
frustration with stormtrooper
in your mind, even though
it feels unfair.
Can’t help but to keep writing,
invading your space,
without you knowing at all.