“Packed Lunch”

Image courtesy of L. Alvarado

“Packed Lunch”

Cherry tomatoes, celery.

Mini-carrots, stringy cheese.

Butter crackers, square Cheez-Its.

snack-sized baggies, so it fits.

Raspberry juice box, flexi straw,

ice pack cooling, as it thaws.

My day brings many, many things,

while you’re at school, I’m in meetings.

The only way I get to be,

there for you, is when you eat.

So, look at each and every piece,

and know I put my love in between.

When I make your lunch for you,

I’m hoping your day goes smooth.

We’ll meet up later,

to hash it out.

And you’ll tell me,

what to keep out.

And when I go to make it new,

I’ll remember the revised menu.

“Pollenhate”

“Pollenhate”

You’re a ham fisted, nostril puss, put off.

A suffocating, son of a bitch.

A red-eyed, torn membrane, scratchy gulch.

Itchy pyrrhic sandpaper senses,

begetting a breathing tragedy.

Comfort, an oasis, yearning for the first frost of winter.

Dirty seed, blowing to the winds, blowing from the trees.

Blow me!

Grizzly gross green.

Headaches thumping.

Kleenex pumping.

Burst pipe nostrils.

Sinus clog, green-yellow eyeliner.

Sophisticated spores spawning misery.

Crusted, nasal mineshaft vein,

haunted by cemented boogerplasms.

Nose hair tendrils throughout, impossible to retrieve without a monumental effort.

A quick blow, or two,

A Rorschach tableau, if you will?

Winds of seasons change,

a necessity now,

not just a want.

“Low Battery”

“Low Battery”

Where went the urgency we once had?

What happened to our fluid flow?

Life got a hold of both of us,

and placed passion in escrow.

Get getting gotten gone,

resolve to start again.

A Once to hang Upon,

beginning nears an end.

The daily grind of living,

smothers spontaneity.

A self-imposed life sentence,

oh, dream of liberty.

End of days, dark silence.

Sitting hand in hand.

A quieted alliance,

is what true love demands.

“Potential Energy Transferring to Kinetic Energy”

guinness

 

“Potential Energy Transferring to Kinetic Energy”

 

the salvation of a single pour,

rolled down the tap, I wanted more.

I know not how it came to this?

tension, between our every kiss.

your breath reneged, despite the thrill.

your smoothness guides my greedy swill.

a stolen glance, by chance indeed.

your apathy denies my need.

please, please, please…

concede, …

an opportunity for love’s reprieve.

I love thee,

I repeat…

 

I love thee.

 

 

“Confide in You”

“Confide in You”

You constantly apprise me,

of all your life’s defeats.

You itemize injustice,

casting open ended Tweets.

Your tactless tirades, tiresome.

Your suffering’s not unique.

If you look past your nose for once,

there are others seeking peace.

The egocentric predicament,

barely allows for this.

A slave to self-absorbed importance,

a textbook Narcissist.

It seems like wasted energy,

your reserve, an endless pit.

Try empathy on for size,

perhaps, a better fit?