okay

if you tell someone you love them,
and they turn and run away,
what can you do?



nothing.




without so much as a goodbye,
she deleted me as her friend--




fine.

This Space For Rent

LoL

I divulged my secret passion for her,
and found LoL in my inbox.
she may as well have laughed in my face,
and I guess she did;
that's what LoL means,
Laugh out Loud.
all these people running around Facebook
and Myspace, flirting and poking each other
like a kennel of dogs in heat;
all in good fun
that's the theory.
Playgirls all over the world--
Denmark, Sweden,Africa, Spain--
are freaking with me and sending me kisses,
it's flattering,
and I shouldn't complain;
at least they're interested.

I guess I'm naive,
dreaming of soul mates and true love,
hoping to find a kindred spirit--
what chance does a Popular Friend have
surrounded by Nymphos and Flirt Worthies?
I don't care to share my dreamsickle
with everyone on the street.
they've--each of them--
got dozens of their own.
meh, Ricky does not play well
with the other children.
LoL.
there it is again.
better than
LMAO,
I suppose--
stupid text.
love upside down spells 3^o7.
the internet's infested!

Nature of the Beast

there's a fine line
between love and sexual desire,
but the boundary is blurred,
and at times indistinct.

when love is mine,
it's as though my body's on fire;
it's extraordinary and absurd,
silly animal instinct.

Frisbee Remembers

her name was Doreen;
New Jersey, back in the sixties,
when I was so cock-sure of myself;
I was only sixteen,
and thought I was Hercules.

strange, I can't remember
if it was me who liked her,
or if she was hot for me;
but I remember her--
no, wait, she was crazy about me.
I was just crazy;
but not about her.
she and my buddy
were in cahoots
together,
to make me her lover.
but the point is,
I wanted nothing to do with her,
but she liked me anyhow.
go figure.
she thought I was cool;
me,
with my long hair,
and loud, flowered shirt;
patches all over my jeans,
my shiny, black Beatle boots;
she thought I was cooler
than John Lennon, cooler
maybe.
I recall she used to stare at me.
I still have the glasses,
but they're bifocals now.

still, I see her,
all those years ago;
even the juke joint where we met--
do they still call them juke joints?
I wonder?

Doreen, I owe you an apology;
I was just a kid then. now
I am an old man.
if I could go back,
and do it all over,
you'd be here beside me,
and not just in my memory.
I'm sorry.

I Was Thinking It

whether you know it or not,
you are beautiful.
you do not realize
the effect you have on these eyes.
you are lovely, my dear,
my heart pounds wildly--can you hear?
you are truly wonderful--
and you thought I'd say 'hot'.