I grew up learning 2b sarcastic./
I’m really good at it.

My ability 2 fight/
a battle of wits/
with half-armed nits/
was a delight!/

But in hindsight/
I ask: so what?

Does she stay up late/
4 fun?/
Or log in/
then go run/
and forgets/
the guy not met/
yet?/
The 1 who thinks she’s hot/
and has got/
a face/
he can’t place/
yet/
cant 4get!

Wow! What’s gotten into me?/
I wanna go c/
a movie!/
do an art walk!/
Sit around and talk!
Anything where/
u and i end up there./
I can’t wait 2c/
if ur there with me!

“Do you get
Poems Context-
ing
back? A viral thing?”

The answer came true:
Just from you.
Everyone else
tries a line or two
and then quits,
and says “it’s something I can’t do!
Boo hoo hoo!”
It’s totally true!)

Oh! That I could have danced with U!/
Wango-Tangoed the whole nite through!/
Instead I’ll do what I said I’d do!/
You’ll have the day’s 1st email when Im through!

You remember the anticipation
of the annual celebration!

Was it a while ago today
Ya think?!?
that deception
happened;
drove you to the brink.

You hate
V.D.
You wait
2C
what good will come
out of anticipa …
…
…
tion.

But nothing ever does.
She or he goes north,
of course,
without you,
because

“Gotta get away”
(that’s what they say!)
To do
to …
you know.
What lovers do.

Bored. Walk.
Stare.
Talk.
Fog night air.
Gawk
at / in VS underwear.

Do that thang
they should do.
She’ll blissfully sing
without you.

With husband,
wife, lover,
ex-boy/girl friend.
Off northside, south end,
east or west coast
they go,
leaving you empty hand-
ed … almost.

Yeah, V.D. sucks.
Like a disease;
you know they will …
play and toil.
Just not with thee.

————————
Followup, Feb. 17, 2009, 9 p.m. – a ConTEXTing Poem
Valentine weekend-ed/
just as I suspected./
She didn’t e-mail, text or write./
No call to say goodnight./
Do I feel rejected?/
Or just replaced?/
In any case/
I wait!

(additional addendum):
Later on
came the call:
“I’m glad we can still be friends!”
That’s all.

Crowds of boys playing Wii!/
Everyone yelling at me!/
Now is when/
I wish again/
I could be playing with thee!

Writing pleasures but no dough!/
Consulting would be nice but no go!/
Blonde writer would b sweet but oh oh!/
We were 2 go out but she no-showed!/
I didn’t know!

I’ve quoted u thrice today/
when there was no more to say./
Instead of being witty, off the cuff, /
I simply said: “Words are enough.”

Dave — www.cyranowriter.com

Dancin’/
by the Fountain/
2 da sweet/
Be-bop jazz beat!/
Countin’/
tap, tap, tap feet!/
Repeat.