by Justin Hyde
a sandy-blond
milf
named maria.
i'm so excited
to have a poet
for a tenant,
she said
when i
signed the lease.
i didn't tell her
i was a poet.
she discovered it
googling my name
after i
filled out
the application.
i like your stuff a-lot
most poetry is
so hard to follow
but i really felt
the emotions
you were going for,
she said
and told me her sister
teaches poetry
at creighton university -
she's going to tell her
all about my work.
i don't know
if you're married
or have a man
maria.
but i have
a good feeling
about us:
a stout
synergy of torque
at the
fulcrum.
and now
in my own
cryptic way
i begin
to court you.
January 16, 2010
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2 comments:
Just so you know, I always love reading your poems.
You rock Justin. As a matter of fact, you are the only poet I read these days.
An admirer from shitty Belgium.
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