What was I waiting for?/
For more than I had b4?/
Y, when u had the fullness,/
would U settle for anything less?/
When life is complex,/
Y grab less than the best?

It’s good 2 realize,/
so l8r there’s no surprise,/
if she thinks spontaneous slo dancing/
is weird, fun, or great romancing./
It’d b sad not 2 know/
b4 U dance slo.

I shared a romantic thot/
about kitchen dancing./
She heard,/
and said: That’s not/
romancing;/
it’s absurd!/
I sighed/
but wasn’t perplexed./
“I tried”/
thot I./
“Next!”

In response to a friends query of if I was in Bellingham, this brief ConTexting poem:
I AM/
the Ham!/
Check your IM/
to see where I am.

She said that I am/
loveable. Just that changed me/
and fixed my future.

Grey and cool again,/
rain pours on my closed ragtop./
Summer needs to come.

Why didn’t I see?/
Solutions are so easy!/
She can call. That’s all.

Today, I confess,/
won’t be as much fun/
as we guessed./
I have to run.

I have bed head./
That’s not as cool/
as your red head,/
which,/
like a fool,/
makes me twitch/
and drool.