Lolita

Lolita

Eager
Young
Uninhibited
Clingy
Never
Wants
You
To
Leave
Inexperienced
Willing
Intelligent
Potty
Mouth
Small
Fits
You
Perfectly
Wants
To
Make
You
Happy
Loves
Your
Lips
Loves
Your
Ears
Loves
Your
Body
Loves
Your
Mind
Hates
You

Ode to Beberre

FOB
JJC
4A
Ignore cowboy boots
Voices blur in background
Fixate on you
Roman God
With your
Nose aquiline
And hair of molten gold
Grazing a chiseled brow

Beautiful, Jupiter
How I long
With joyous fingers
To feather your features
Feel the echoes
In the hollows of your face
And run hands
Delirious with wonder
Through your skeins of silk
Let it flow through my veins
Luxuriant, heavy

Prayers partially answered
With my black roots
My flat nose
My full lips
Sit beside you
In blackberry’s office
Mesmerized by the words
That spill from your lips
Mesmerized by their ordinariness
Disappointed by your mundane mind

Roman God
Jupiter
Dashed to the ground
Your tarnished image
Broken to pieces
Yet
Slivers of my adoration
Remain
As I watch the sunlight, indulgent
Play in your hair

Disgraced god among men
You loped it all off
I see it clearly
Wheaten sheaves
Falling to the ground
And so you blend in
With your polo shirt
And your smart khakis
Corporate Robot