summer, all of a sudden passion suddenly

[Neonurotic]

summer, all of a sudden passion suddenly hot

Summer edition
of what smithpeter said:

similar to the old, "writing live" thread.
Poems written with no time restrictions but
complete ASAP, submitted and then regretted.
no copy pasted, no mushrooms on the pizza.
no rewriting!

Like life. It's sudden. It's all passion.

~smithpeter 2/23/03


Past Passion Lives Here

Then the new thread is here too

 

[Neonurotic]

Wherever I move, it's hotter weather,
always predicted, "record breaking"
and I ask why
me?
Does everyone want to see
no-shirts? Want to make me
sweat
and I guess
Yes.

I drink iced mochas
to stay cool in the inside
drip, drip
percolate
in my own juices.

It's so hot the cup sweats
makes wet rings
on the table
(because I always forget the coaster)

East coaster,
you left my bed leaving the sheets
all humid and alone,
still thinking of you.

Drip, drip
I read it's going to be 95
with a 65% chance of rain/
thunderheads back lit
a menacing shade
as I toss and turn at night.

I hear Summertime
on the turntable
I like Billie
I like Louie
but it's Janis
who really gets me.

It's only 2 o'clock but
the coffee turns
into beer
one after the other/
icy cold, they sweat too
but it's all good there's a breeze
and I fall asleep

too drunk to care
I'm in a patio chair
with a Piece Of My Heart
rolling off the table.

 

[todski28]

her ass cheeks jiggle
as she jogs
wet sand crunches faintly
beneath the firm
thuds of footfalls
breast boucce in sloooooow-
motion bay watch re-run

as corona slides past my lips
and her thighs glide past my eyes
into the horizon
yeah it tastes like summer.

 

[champagne1982]

I was once in the southern
hemisphere and the beer
was such a crisp pilsner
I got cool edges just sips
away from oil rig workers
on shore from platforms
and more aware than I
of events percolating
out in the Atlantic
on the Falkland Islands
where big bully Britain
suppressed foolish mortal
Argentinians and someone
called it a war. But the beer
was amazing and frost turned
the bottle white as soon
as the bartender pulled it
from the overflowing cooler.

http://legacy.ab-inbev.com/images/brands/bouteille_antartica.png

 

[darkerdreamer]

Flying over the border of Nevada and Utah watching
earthen paintings of shale, limestone and clay
streak below in toy diorama of red, grey and tan.
We can imagine ourselves as a mighty slab of basalt
worn down over millennia by weather, flash floods and parenthood.
There is a comma-laced list of reasons for all of our statuses,
we have made it supremely easy to reduce our life to meta tags,
googleable, linkable, but not easily replicated outside of one's own airplane.

 

[Neonurotic]

Warmer weather brings
crawlies that give me the creeps.
Armed with a rolled up newspaper,
mind you, the funny papers.
Not so fun chasing a spider at 2 am
along with cat whose quick paws
corral the brown eight-legged
terror, the size of a nickle
but gets me in a panic before
a splat and trying to retrieve it
before the cat eats it.

I flush it and piss on it as it
swirls down the toilet.
The cat is mad,
sniffing every corner for more
and I somehow go back to sleep,
knowing there will be, kitty.

 

[Neonurotic]

I guess I'm going to do that idiot thing
again. Buy the ring and put it on her finger.
Needs to be done before she can't fit in her
wedding clothes, barefoot in the sand, sunburning.

Or not, she'd gag if I suggested it,
my funny girl has funny thoughts
says funny things that make me think.

She could say no; no belief in a piece of paper,
because love isn't something tangible.

But she could say yes; yes she believes in me
because love is something fathomable,

measured by what I do, tells her I love her
without a word, or so she says.
This confidence, I lack, I've been there before.

Maybe after this summer, I can measure twice
and just once, cut the ties from the past.
That white dress will be maternity
and honeymoon in Maine, golden leaves turning.