Just so/
you know/
where I went:/
I’m Annticipating,/
and waiting,/
where I was sent./
You can’t say/
I’m running away./
I’ll not stray/
from where you/
told me to/
stay.

My friend and client (and Siren, Medusa, Goddess) Erin at Sweet Lily Salon (www.sweetlilysalon.com) does my hair organically and gives me advice about asking women out, especially when I’m feeling “out of my league” (which, thanks to her, happens VERY infrequently). I wrote this to her on the eve of something scary which, ultimately, never happened.

My fear’s about/
going out/
with a TV/
Personality./
Yes, I dared!/
Now, I’m scared!/
What’ll she think of me?/
I can’t seduce;/
Eek! Cute’s no use!/
But do/
words woo?

LSD? LDS?/
We’ve all stuff in our past, I guess,/
2 make us think we can’t get along./
What if we r wrong?/
What if r compassion and charity/
lets us c/
we/
clearly?

I figured you got/
swept off your feet by some hot/
guy who was sweeeet!/
A dancing fool/
who caused you to drool/
and made you loco/
even without hot coccoa!

Blonde was too busy/
she said, so I soft caressed /
the redhead instead.

I’m just asking,/
not tasking,/
4 existential/
potential.

Will she/
embrace/
me?/
Or in my face/
c/
a Robin Williams look-alike,/
turn and race/
screaming ‘YIKE!’/

Often I’m confident;/
sometimes I don’t know where it went.

I want 2/
woo u,/
but don’t know how 2./

Do u give,/
where u live,/
distance/
resistance/
or assistance?/

Can u help solve the issue?/
Does it matter 2 U?/
I yelp/
4 help!

It’s such a strange twist/
of how much i miss/
you/
like this:/
Me talking to you/
when daylight is through.

I suppose /
at day’s close,/
it’s no use/
2 tell true/
what I think of you./

But there’s no excuse/
not to./
You’re cool.