Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Tempestuous.
Giving out moody pickings
On a plate!
Watching and waiting
...

Whose love is this we're losing?
This investment began to sour long ago.
We did not save or maintain deposits.
We did not gain but lost interest!
...

Two peas in a pod we are,
And twisted.
Shadows of each other's pain missed,
When ignored and pouting!
...

Until I can stand on my feet,
And declare I've defeated insecurities
That drove me to crawl on my knees,
In search of myself...
...

I am the subject of this vortex,
Swirling in a whirlwind...
Dripping wet with sweat
In pools of emotion,
...

Sensitive...
And in you I am.
There to feel your glee,
And sorrow.
...

On automanic!
People in a panic.
Looking for a switch...
That stops the twitching,
...

Remember this...
There is only three things
That could get between us.
We can avoid them,
...

Simmering and sautéed in fiasco,
This chef finds himself...
Blending a mix the patrons have nixed!
Overheated in a kitchen,
...

Should one who speaks with malice,
Be expected to understand...
After saying something that offends,
And then grandstands in a public reprimand?
...