I dream alone in/
Hot tub mists, recalling she/
Who I’m learning of.
I dream alone in/
Hot tub mists, recalling she/
Who I’m learning of.
Just in case you don’t/
remember how much I miss/
you: It’s true. I do.
Just like in Excaliber the lady of the lake,
her head floating in the mist,
words wafting across the waves,
comes the new love story:
The Princess and the Peon.
—
Concept of a movie where a guy, playing like he’s German, with an accent, meets a movie starlet. He asks her questions, feigning ignorance. She falls for him.
The problem…
he’s from Wisconsin, not Munich.
So it’s either a short:
“I’m from Milwaukee”
“You’re an idiot!”
OR she goes on to fall for him anyway… despite the deception. Or was it merely street art?
Why does my car stink?/
I think it’s Sauerbratten/
that’s old and rotten.
Why don’t you just accept/
that you like me; /
that I’m very adept/
at making you feel like you should be?/
That someone could actually care/
and see you for the real Di?/
Who’ll let you pull his hair?/
Why don’t you like that guy/
and accept it’s okay/
to feel that way?/
You are thinking too much,/
and putting your heart out of touch;/
and removing your soul/
from where it ought to go./
For when you allow yourself to feel,/
maybe you’ll discover and uncover what’s real,/
and that it’s okay/
to feel that way
No response could mean/
nothing … Or everything. How/
would I know? I’ll ask.
Maybe you dont know/
how much i like you, so… I/
sent you this haiku!
I love your decoutage’
and smile.
It seems so whimsical,
I could stare awhile/
and wonder/
what’s under/
neath … /
those teeth!