i've envied y'all
on an occasion or two;
it's part lust, when my heart's just
emblazoned in blues.
facing the news
that they'll be staying together -
i'm basically glued
to the screen,
where i pray for the weather . .
it’ll rain , i assume
for those of you who say, a name or perfume
are hot & enough:
why settle for another made-up face,
with washed jeans & uggs?
‘this cock must be smug’ –
if i don't settle for less;
well,
nothing less interests me,
so why should imettle in sex. . ?
with a devilish ex
who brings my ponders to sight
&, one foot out the door, has me asking
“why squander a night?”
a lobster & rice
later. . I just apolo-jetted
sweating bullets all night,
didn’t know the wallet’d catch it. .
i polish my rep when,
we try to make overzealous amends;
hoping the dollars I spent can
influence what she tells all her friends
embellishing then,
i decide to finish the night clean
selling my ends, i tell her,
“i've never seen eyes twinkle so nicely.”
except for last summer. .
