Let It Enfold You

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing.

Metamorphosis

a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor scrubbed the walls vacuumed cleaned the toilet the bathtub scrubbed the bathroom floor and cut my toenails and my hair.

My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant

—he's a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business first time I met him, he said, "hey! ya gonna make a killin'?"

Short Order

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said. yes, yes? I asked. she's young and pretty, she said. and? I asked. she hated your guts.

The Night I Was Going To Die

the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping down through the mattress and just before it hit the floor I jumped up I was almost too weak to walk but I walked around and turned on all the lights and then I went back to bed

Cupid -Cassanova

Aha I love you! ! ! ! ! ! Ahaa you love me! ! ! ! ! ! Ahaaa you my only love so true! ! ! ! ! Cupid, I know you You Cassanova, You con man, You thief, You stole my heart. Wander all you over,

So You Want To Be A Writer

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your

Labor Day

Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family's; later picking up the mammoth Girlfriend of Charlie, meanwhile trying to pawn me off On some third guy also up for the weekend. But Saturday we still were paired; spent It sprawled across that sprawling acreage Until the grass grew limp with damp. Like me. Johnston-baby, I can still see The pelted clover, burrs' prickle fur and gorged

Kinky

They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide jaw line jostles atop his girlfriend's body, loosely, like one of those novelty dogs destined to gaze from the back windows of cars. The two dolls chase each other around the orange Country Camper unsure what they'll do when they're within touching distance. Ken wants to feel Barbie's toes between his lips, take off one of her legs and force his whole arm inside her.

An Essay Poem About Love

I have heard this from a good friend and I regard that story as precious and very important so I have mine like this in an Essay Poem: A young man had a girlfriend, he was getting tired of her, because she sent him messages every hour, that said "I miss you" or "I love you". One night before bedtime, he received a message,

The Lion For Real

"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion! Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days Called up old Reichian analyst who'd kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana

An Abundance Of Hope

. I suppose it is an adventure to NOT fall off a chair, but I was seeking more positive adventures than that. . So... . Today I searched for an old friend and found him... in my memories...

This Life

My friend tells me a man in my house jumped off the roof the roof is the eighth floor of this building the roof door was locked how did he manage? his girlfriend had said goodbye I'm leaving he was 22 his mother and father were hurrying at that very moment from upstate to help him move out of Brooklyn they had heard about the girl

Girlfriend

"I will not part! -- There is no end!" She clings and clings... And in the breast -- the rise Of threatening waters, Of notes...Steadfast: like an immutable Mystery: we will part!

...And Sweet Was My Love

….And Sweet was My Love I had met her in the town where I went to school, about an hour train ride from my town. She was very sweet and I had met her parents they lived in a big house that had a bathroom, a novelty for me, mind I used the public baths near my home. A Saturday she came to visit my mother, who didn’t say much, it was like she was feeling shy,

Just A Friend

Someone you can talk to A person you can share with The one who can care with you Somebody who will be concern with you Someone who can understand you A person that gives you attention The one who can share your affection Somebody who can accompany you in the storm and in the heaven of your life

The Two Of Us Won’t Share A Glass Together

The two of us won’t share a glass together Be it of water or of sweet red wine; We won’t be kissing, in the morning either Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine… You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; however We are united by one love forever. I always have with me my true soul mate, You have with you your ever-merry girlfriend; Yet I’m acquainted with your eye’s dismay

~ In Between Change ~ [18 Words Poetry]

~ In Between Change ~ [18 Words Poetry] Ms. Nivedita UK Girlfriend Changing Dress Before Boyfriend.

Talking To Patrizia

Patrizia doesn't want to Talk about love she Says she just Wants to make Love but she talks About it almost endlessly to me. It is horrible it Is the worst thing in life Says Patrizia

' ' ' ' Ah Where Are The Newspapers Of Yesterday?

We chased yesterday’s news all over the grass laughed as the old newspapers ran this