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.

I’ll wait on your block/
when you go out for a walk,/
just to be with you.

Alternatively
I’ll wait on your block/
when you take your pets for walks,/
just to be with you.

Being all honest,
methinks your question about others
has deeper roots and thoughts.
Yeah.

I go out with others.
You’re not available. Ever.
I’d b more devoted than you can imagine…
but you have to let me in.

That’s all I ever wanted.
You have time for many
others,
but not for me.

Make time 4 me.
It will be worth it.

Mariners playing/
at home. My roof is open./
Will the Safe’s be, too?

I spend time texting/
the 1 I adore,/
not knowing it’s vexing;/
she thinks it’s a bore./
I waste all my time/
making creative rhymes./
She’s @home/
with him on a fone.

OR this more self-aware version:
I spend time texting/
the 1 I adore,/
not knowing it’s vexing;/
she thinks it’s a bore./
I waste all my time/
making creative rhymes,/
but don’t own/
I should fone.