Stationary Biking (Into the Ocean)
back-to-backspacing
Pulse racing
here-there
here
here.
thumping
back
peddle
back
peddle
back.
Spinning
breathing
reeling
spinning
feeling
dizzy
feelingdizzy
feeling
better…slow…up
better
slow
down…
Better
Stop.
~~~
Diner Girl
Reaching for sophistication.
I
feel like a little girl in tall shoes.
Staring
in wide windows with big eager eyes.
Waiting for the tiniest
slice
of sweet
satisfaction.
Would I taste it if it was fed to me
with
a
spoon?
~~~
Smoldering Disaster
I meant it when I said…
I’m soft
and short
and sweet
(a natural disaster.)
Tonight…
I’m thinking in whispers
and wondering
if your ears burn.
Because…
I’m quietly smoldering
and dizzy
from too much air
(between us)
~~~
Dailies
I overindulge in contemplation
and drink the last drop
of optimism.
I serve a cynical side
with a dash of sarcasm
and a drizzle of whit.
I eat analogy for breakfast.
I nibble on a handful of words all day.
Thoughts are a bad midnight snack
They keep me up at night
Regurgitating.
~~~
uneasy
sitting there
sipping beer
maybe wine
would be nice
don’t you see
tonite
i’m easy
overripe
and peachy
bursting
if you touch me
but there you are
over there
living life
in a chair
so I’ll wish
to hear you snore
and blow a kiss
from the door
~~~