Will I bring a chair?/
NO! I’ll dance, swear: “My heart of/
rock and roll still beats.”
How do we get to/
Geneva? We don’t know, but/
we get that we’ll go.
You trash me because/
I won’t be your Facebook friend?/
I thought I meant more.
Walking the aisles/
of Wal-Mart, she vanished, and /
there was no roll-back.
Waiting for photos/
Of nature’s glories, he hopes/
she avoids Ma Moose.
She walks, laced and bare-/
(footed), smoothly, through his dreams./
He’s saturated.
I could write her a/
story, but I would not/
post it publically.
I’m already thrilled/
about a Swiss rendezvous/
we haven’t had yet.