Youth

Terror, as she bares

the gamine limbs,

it seems, that sprouted

overnight, and ripe with

hormones to draw the gaze of

Romeo laying on his back

to worship the sky

that is Juliet.

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Enough

Enough to tie the knot, not,

enough to tread your steps,

enough to inch her down a notch,

enough to tease and feed her slop,

enough swine to fill the pen,

enough is too little, now and then.

A Screw’s Loose

It was the thought

drilling through his head.

Really, she said, stripped

on first base, this is my bed,

cardboard domino’s and Papa

John’s breadstick poking his face.

What was he thinking–oh,

she’s f@#king with my head.