Reasons to Not Sleep with Men

I live with my parents.

I have a lot to get done.

It’s too hot.

I’d really like to finish Game of Thrones.

I’m trying to find myself spiritually.

I’m trying to find myself clitorally.

I haven’t showered.

I have a happy trail.

I ate garlic bread.

I ate tuna.

I ate too much garlic bread and tuna.

Reasons to Sleep with Men

I never have.

I’ve only slept with one person.

I’m bored.

It’s cold.

He’s dumb and I feel bad.

We have nothing in common.

Maybe I’ll like him more.

I hate the last person I slept with.

He has air conditioning, and it’s hot.

He included a poem about me in his thesis.

We’ve already done it.

He’s funny.

My roommate did.

The Pheasants

On my way home from work

I search for the pheasants

the way I search for you at every red light

and on every bicycle

knowing that I will see you

and knowing that I won’t see you.

The pheasants are my newest lost love.

I look for them with a sinking feeling

like they are a missing precious earring,

I look for them with unfocused eyes

the way I try to find meaning on someone else’s page,

I look for them dead and alive

and if I weren’t driving I would probably drop a knee

and pray to Saint Anthony.

I need to stop

writing poetry

about dudez

especially when drunk on 18 different brews of Dogfish Head.

House

“When I lived down in Melrose

with a man I didn’t marry,”

she begins.

It’s something about the house they renovated, 

which never became a home,

maybe because the pocket doors were stolen,

probably because of something else.

She is from Germany

and she is happy on this bus.

Eyes

I wonder if you like looking in her blue eyes blue eyes always look so shallow to me they always look like they’re crying or are they laughing they always look like they’re fooling you.  Every time I kiss someone with blue eyes I have to turn away when you think about it it’s odd that eyes can even be blue I myself prefer brown eyes deep brown eyes brown eyes look honest and true they look steady they look like the eyes of bears they look like the forest.

there are so many tictoc
clocks everywhere telling people
what toctic time it is for
tictic instance five toc minutes toc
past six tic

Spring is not regulated and does
not get out of order nor do
its hands a little jerking move
over numbers slowly

                                we do not
wind it up it has no weights
springs wheels inside of
its slender self no indeed dear
nothing of the kind.

(So, when kiss Spring comes
we’ll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss
lips because tic clocks toc don’t make
a toctic difference
to kisskiss you and to 
kiss me)

-e.e. cummings

And I Don’t Know Why I Give a Shit

If corporations

replaced royals,

you are the crowned prince of Direct Mail.