Thursday, December 24, 2009

Ode to BJ

The dimple nose
The cheeks so soft
The nippled shirts
And sexy coif.

Mini me
Real me
Other me
Oh Neil.
Oh Neil.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Drama Boy

Quiet drama
Hidden away
From cool eyes.

A flare, without
The cynics grin.
Away with you.

But for spirit
On drunken evenings,
With friends who wish
They were you.

Poem 1 Day 3 Paris

What fun living
Nights a rich man.

Whisky, wine
And cheese.

We all rise
Rats in the morning.

But what fun
Tonight.

Romance Paris Day 3

With all the
Moments he spent
Considering love,

What could he
Have built?

Poem 3 Day 3 Paris

What glee,
Alone.

But nothing built
For it.

Poem 4 Day 3 Paris

Books smell the same
In all countries.

Poem 5 Day three pareeee

Sandalwood,
Another language.
American jazz.

Businessmen's bar,
Peatmonster,
Whore on the end.

How many wednesdays
Has she weaned from
Foreigners?

Empty as always,
Band playing.

Paris Poem 6 Day 3

She and three
With beer and laughter,
What of looks
Flung at me?

Paris Jazz Club Try #2

One drink
French dude sounds like drunk french dude

Two drinks
French dude sounds like drunk sinatra

Three drinks
French dude sounds like spanish dude

Four drinks
French dude sounds like Clapton

Five drinks
French dude sounds like John Lee Hooker.

Ahhhhhh. :) 5 Drinks.

Glee!

Paris Poem 9 Day 3

The edge of drunk
with permasmile
A thought for...

Lost it.

Well, shit.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Machine wise

Life is a process
Of calibration.

I sway left and say
No, no, a tad right.

I stumble right and say
No, no, a smidge left.

I amble,
A bit faster.

I race,
A bit slower.

Yet with laughter,
Always a bit louder.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Memory

Everybody loves.
We start with promises
To ourselves
"Unattached!"

A little smile
A little booze
A little bright
A little cooze

But then she talks
And walks sultry
She read that book
She cooks.

A smart grin
A little wine
Honey & dear
A new time.

Everybody loves
With beer or wine
And remember.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Lost Boys

Us boys of bumbling
Of difference and awkward
Us boys with mothers
Who thought backward

Us who speak wrong
Stumble and chatter
Who strike out and long
For a day of normal.

Anew. Arise.