August 30, 2016

nature

my hungry wet hen
what am i supposed to do
i'd like to pet her

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This haiku was written with a lover. Thank you, lover. 

oops i did it again, she said

i joined you solemnly but
remember a distinct inability to speak above a whisper
those tender vows, which was not privacy as i claimed,
but shame that i already knew

with your belly button penis and
your unbending pedantry
and your posturing as a man
of the world

you were my punishment
for years of ratso fatso
and extramarital activities
and being mostly worried about, anyhow

black sheep don't give a shit if
marriage lasts a lifetime.  the luster
of promises is worn by those deadened
in the luxurious soft walls of unbusted boxes.