I desire to be undesirable;

Relative to that raw feeling you get,

When you’re home alone,

And all the lights are out.

I want you to be cautious when you turn,

The corners of my words.

I want you to feel anxious—

As if something were sneaking up on you.

You’ll lock your doors as you delve into me,

Too afraid of what could be at your doorstep.

I am the monster in your closet;

The darkness that surrounds you.

My words will devour your brain,

            Slowly,

                  Methodically, and

Without haste.

This is a good life we have,

You and Me,

Let’s make the most of it

While we can still breathe.

It’s not about glitz, glam, or fame.

It is about those moments

You wish you could frame.

Cuddling during a movie,

Skinny dipping in a jacuzzi,

Girl we’ll make this life last

As long as we need

                         to enjoy ourselves

                                    and be free.

You and Me,

         ya see…we’re kinda in Love,

             And we’ll run this life through

Until our story is done.

But don’t fret my dear,

When that time comes,

Because we’ll have lived without fear,

And say at the end,

             We had fun,

And loved each other

For as long as anyone could remember…

                                                                and then some.

It’s like something you can’t explain.

It’s like the music of the rain.

A foreshadowing patter of bliss;

       desiring a long awaited kiss.

Ceiling fans spinning at their highest setting,

Leaves us questioning our roots;

                                                  our beginnings.

Church steeples arise o’er yonder plains,

     Like a little slice of heaven we use to keep sane.

Growing worlds of fervor and haste,

   Leads to long lost loves gone to waste.

The sights, the sounds,

                        the tastes, the smells,

           Provide insight to our social wells.

Laughing churns a mothers heart

               where humble souls make their start.

Glance to me incessantly,

As I become ripe and savory.

Wanting reverie

Leaves us tangled in moonlight;

Do not wish for them

To find us carving tonight’s

Memories in space and time.

Fame was my name years ago.

Now I’m a white dwarf

              in this youthful universe

        and my smile is long forgotten.

I remember the days of Colvin and his Wilt.

                     There was also Cindy the **** German,

               and of course Jerry and Apeksha…

                                           and how close we were!

The Filipinos were my favorites; so nice and kind.

      I still talk to Greta, and I’m thankful for this.

A Working Poet has been around to see my world in both darkness and sunlight.

However, I remember Bliss Like This,

          as well as Aaron, and the Airships;

                                         my first follows and followers.

                            There was a new face every day

                        and friends were made instantaneously.

        Over one thousand fans immersed in my words on a daily basis…

Now a handful at best read my withering stanzas.

I’m a rotting apple

                                          on a dwarf planet.

Like Pluto,

                    I was once loved by many,

            but then they chose to forget me.

Fame was my name years ago.

Now I’m a white dwarf

              in this youthful universe

        and my smile is long forgotten.

I remember the days of Colvin and his Wilt.

                     There was also Cindy the **** German,

               and of course Jerry and Apeksha…

                                           and how close we were!

The Filipinos were my favorites; so nice and kind.

      I still talk to Greta, and I’m thankful for this.

A Working Poet has been around to see my world in both darkness and sunlight.

However, I remember Bliss Like This,

          as well as Aaron, and the Airships;

                                         my first follows and followers.

                            There was a new face every day

                        and friends were made instantaneously.

        Over one thousand fans immersed in my words on a daily basis…

Now a handful at best read my withering stanzas.

I’m a rotting apple

                                          on a dwarf planet.

Like Pluto,

                    I was once loved by many,

            but then they chose to forget me.

Rock Stock the Engine Block

      Let’s Get Swingin’

                    ‘Cuz When the Moon Starts Sinkin’

We’ll Be Lettin’ Our Hips Roll All Night Long.

We’re all greased up

Like the T-Birds under a T-Bird,

            so let’***** these lights, Baby,

       and rev our engines tonight.

We’ll roll around town

                 with our rock n’ roll blaring

       and maybe later

                             we’ll catch each other staring.

Let me have a peek at what’s under the hood, Miss Pink Lady.

Dying to cruise down Thunder Road

                    let’s let our guards down

                              and see where this goes.

Rock Stock the Engine Block

      Let’s Get Swingin’

                    ‘Cuz When the Moon Starts Sinkin’

We’ll Be Lettin’ Our Hips Roll All Night Long.