so that last post was pretty personal and serious and deep and that is not what i like being so here is a recent poem that is kind of lighthearted!

SWM seeking Muse

single white male looking for whiskey soaked rhymes

and a heart full of blues lines. I need that

Delta sound filling me up inside.

So your flowery sonnets with their flowery

words need not apply.

If the meaning is lost in pretentiousness

it's a mess.

And I don't feel like cleaning it up.

If a poem needs translation

from English to english then

it's worth none of my time.

So let me repeat:

I need that Southern heat, that tea so sweet

it curls your toes

I need vine covered walls and portrait plastered walls.

I need lines that make you feel,

not make you think

so hard you get an anuerysm.

I need the passion, the pleasure of a Southern belle in bloom,

the sound of cicadas

and the company of good

food.

So save your high brow speech for some other forlorn poet

Because I need you

to speak to me

Like a memory filled summer on a porch,

my blood thinned by whiskey and the air so humid

it leaves you

breathless

panting

yearning

longing

for more