no lie

it was wild

no one would believe it, really, except that i would not make that up

lying is only good when the lie is not

lying about excitement is pity

she was pretty

he was there

and there, behind closed doors, of all sorts

oh, if the doors had been open, the neighbors would have stared

and they never would have started

finished so many times

alive and light

in the small of the morning's back

it was wild

to make up for what we lack. 

experience the weather

The weather has an awful

sense of humor

It isn't funny to imitate 

my tears

or whisper about my rendezvous

from tree to tree

with gray clouds laughing

endlessly

It really isn't funny

I don't laugh at you

When you are heavy winds

thundershowers passing through

Low to mid-forties

I am unamused

when the leaves chase each other 

desperately,

like me 

swirling counterclockwise, head down

and the sky is lit wildly

occasionally

I'm not moved

I respect your eloquence

so couldn't you at least

understand my neglect

and not get me wet

when my umbrella broke

My clothes are soaked

and all I ever wanted was

a cigarette?

-poetry two assignment six

Anorexia is not as attractive as hula

It is for everyone, an equalizer death is the great equalizer but death is not Hawaii

is not sunrise and palm trees and paradise. Paradise is only for the beautiful you know

so they shift and spin and at 280o revolutions per minute (the only concrete sense involved)

their trouble drips off ounce by ounce Hawaii drivers' licenses make great fake IDs, they say

And ounce by ounce adds up in either case to tan lines and wasted time

So buy now buy now buy now.

We are happy in illusions  illusions make our lives worth living illusions are beautiful

And under such ideas it is certain, isn't it, that success in loss in imminent

Dizzy twisting continuously with palm trees dazzling in the background like so many

pictures that aren't real some people were not meant to do  that

And so the cords are cut society is  but we go on living like it's fair

Work without work is only liaisons in lies and laughter

Our hearts beat faster with the thought of the people dreams are made of tanned bodies on the beach that might not be so out of reach if it weren't for the foolish appearance of 

his rouged cheeks after all, we spend a lot of time alone

First time reactions are not necessarily real only unrehearsed

They say that it's amazing, that it feels good who wouldn't want that?

-poetry two assignment five