Seldom a great thought between them
their heads are empty
like bowling balls with three holes.
Ambition gets in their way
Their heads roll
as if notarizing signatures
with dull physiognomies.
I would rather watch
a bitch in black. She walks like a tigress
in spandex. I need to become a tiger too
to catch her tail
Why didn’t they teach me this in school?
All the useless classes
and my game is stranger than fiction
as I write this down.
“I need to have more courage,” I tell my mother.
“You have plenty of that,” she said. “Too much.”
“But I haven’t talked to any of these women…”
“Become Known.”
“I know…I know, but I just want to talk to them all. They’re so interesting!”
Time is torturing me with her laughter
I want to explore the female
to understand her love of books
as she crosses her legs
and reads
in the bookstore.
My 70-year-old parents give me advice
It probably didn’t work in the 70s.
The basic needs of man
eat away at his mind, his stomach, his…
never mind.
“You need to love a woman for more than her beauty,” my mother said.
“I know.”
The thing is
women are beautiful,
and they walk around, in plain sight.
Most beautiful things
don’t.
Women are a mystery.
When they grow old,
what happens to their story?
I want to know that
too
to memorize it,
so she is in my heart
forever.
Hi. Can I post a link to your blog to mine this week? I’m doing a bit on the power of poetry.
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Absolutely!!! In fact, in the future, you have full permission!!! 🙂
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This is great poetry
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Thanks, warm pleasures! I am glad that you enjoyed the poem! And thank you for your thoughts!
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