I hate U/
cuz U say mean things 2 me./

I appreciate U/
cuz U c me/
clearly./

I like U/
cuz U tell me/
plainly,/
(tho not patiently,)/
what U c,/
cuz U believe/
in me.

Seen on bumper sticker: Jesus is____.
Heard on the radio:
Don’t stop believin’.

Once again I stand
alone in No Man’s Land:
A land that women shun.
Are men there? No, not one!

Except me,
creatively dancing,
writing poetry,
attempting romancing.

And I don’t have to try
to be a nice guy.
But the sad reality
is no woman goes there with me.

And so, there, alone I stand:
A funny intellect in No Man’s land.

Please let me know today/
whether or not you’re ok?./
We can talk now/
after my show/
-er,/
other/
-wise/
not ’til 9/
am I online.

Romance and beauty/
were never far from the rose./
She just could never see clearly/
whether awake or in sweet repose./

It followed her/
where e’r she went:/
out gardening le’ Fleur,/
or collecting the rent,/

Or cheering her children,/
or entertaining her friends,/
the rose’s beauty and/
romance had no beginning, nor end./

To see romance and beauty clearer,/
the rose needed simply to find a mirror.

What r we going 2 do/
if you really like me,/
and I really dig you?/

Can we spend the whole day/
groovin’ on each other that way?/
But maybe we don’t.?
Then we won’t.

When you tell me straight:/
I’m creepy with no filters,/
expect me to leave.

Let Seussian rhymes/
then fade away, and focus/
on deeds of today!

When seeds sown long past/
at last spout and grow, the need/
for sleep fades away.

I dont respect me/
in the morning and I’m tired/
of feeling that way.