Market Weak

I'm in a thong all day long,

Prancing around the office.

I'm wearing this dress, peeking for press,

Can't let just anyone spot this.

My feet are achey breaky

The designer thinks I'm shakey.

Singing random songs

In my silk robe and thong.

Comment on my look

Tell my body is not the size.

This forming complex

Market weeks demise.

Compliment my beauty,

Disguising all my pain.

Change the skirt, now switch the shirt,

All in the name of vain.

Oriental Daily

Perfectly groomed trees.

Perfectly tiled streets.

Perfectly quiet kids,

Their parents like loud lids.

Seemingly simple food

Overdose of holidays.

Money feeds the brain;

Even the predominantly sane.

To push their limits of health

Just to better their wealth.

Symmetrically round bushes

To pour their teas of green.

Flattened, large straw hats

Act as a sunscreen.

Even the eldest

You'll never know

Eighties and nineties,

Still on their toes.

Rainbow

If you were a color

what color would you be?

Would you lose to blues clues

or choose purple like Barney?

I think pink stinks

But maybe you prefer

To look like a pansy

In your cheap fake fur.

And grey looks wrong

Like a color in between.

It's the color of dust

And it doesn't look clean.

It's not quite white and its not quite black.

It's an undecided color like the shadow at your back.

Greens and yellows with hues so bright

They might just do your senses right.

I'm not sure what color you like,

But if you ask me I think rainbows look right.

Flatulence

Spools of gas

The bubbles pass

Like pebbles through an hour glass

Peeking out of your ass.

Their round with sound coming down

Slow, in a row, pretend like you don't know.

The silence is discreet,

The violence is defeat

Sometimes attempting a comic relief.

Farts are like art that tear you apart

In a strange display

Telling the others what you ate that day.

You choose not to share what you put in the air

But your belly down there has to put it somewhere.

White Coffee

The condom's bottom slipped right up

And fell into your coffee cup.

I felt the rip, you took a sip

Your upper lip just touched the tip.

I'm seemingly knocked up in shock

The rubber did a pop and lock.

"I do not like," you said to me, "creamer in my coffee, please."

Camping Catskills

Float down the river in rubber.

To the waves, we are slaves.

The sun breaks, my cheeks ache,

Haven't laughed this much in days.

In tubes, we groove, like lube.

Water calm, spirits strong.

Tom Petty makes me sweaty

Tinker the town with his sound in the background.

Guitar picks and damp sticks.

The night, in the tent, we spent.

Giggle fest and glorious food.

Campfires and rain drops falling over you.

Smores in the morning and coffee for perks.

Not even the sound of birdies chirps.

On the road, city blues attacks.

Camp still leaves smiles at our backs.

Hospital Away From Home

The drip, the drop of the line beside.

My blood is thin, my beat arise.

My mind a fog from gasoline

The needles feed my body lean.

On my pillow, lay your head

Alone I feel in my hospital bed.

I awake to beeping sounds

Moans and groans from patients around.

What gives this man authority

To sharpen his knife and open me?

I cannot sit, I cannot stand

Energy not to lift my hand.

A friend I've made in the bed across

Common language at our loss.

A trade of smiles keeps us near

Relieved I have a friend in here.

Underwear

I sit and stare at underwear.

It's here and there and everywhere.

It's in my bed and on the floor.

It's hanging from my bedroom door.

The socks, like rocks, around the room.

Folded up how you assume.

I crank the heat in my bare feet

And sit and eat my chocolate, sweet.

My underwear is everywhere.

I really didn't think you'd care.

Not Knees

Dislocate and relocate

Drunken minds discriminate.

Against the grain in shameful pain.

Slip and fall on me again.

Bruises lurk all over me.

Pop some pills to set it free.

Escape the drape of my ill fate,

Rest my eyes before it's late.