Frank, Machismo and June

An oddly prophetic piece... written and titled around May/June 2007. Experiment with pieces of random thoughts over the course of a few minutes. Unfinished poem. MUCHO revision needed.

Burning calories by way of Skittles Tropic Punch

Realign your spine, shake the tension

Tip toe-ing and turning about in the garden of

Flower girl duties and fragrance

Oh, but we’ll dance again

My infected red infused with yours; it covers my hands

Thrashing, a whirlwind

Invite me to a concert? I’ve never been

Give me a ring-a-ding-ding

Men like lines, boys like tash marks

Etched into the scoreboard of

Dragging my feet across this carpet of sand

I had a point I was getting at

 

The rug’s already been pulled out from under

Bobs her head over the surface

Hands pulling her feet

Yank her to the water’s floor

Author's Note

Any suggestions are welcome.