2.25.2007

Shopping

Sometimes, when I
shop
at this little boutique in
STL
on Clayton Road

They open a bottle of
wine
for me to
sip
while I try on frocks
and blue jeans

Everyone knows my
name
even the new girls
Sipping, I sashay
in
and
out
of the dressing room

The salesladies remember
the girl I
was:
devastating, aloof--and they
marvel
at my accessibility now

We talk about hemlines and
tummy tucks
the wine tastes
crisp
like I am drinking
money

2.18.2007

Jack Daniels

Jack hurts
makes me cry
He alerts
passers-by
To my every flaw
exposure
I am raw
he is secure
With his power
knows only strength
At this late hour
sees the length
That I'll travel
for oblivion and escape
Laughing as I unravel
Jack rapes
I despise him
he hates me
Forever
Sworn enemies

2.11.2007

Overserved: A Rondeau*

Always overserved, dizziness undeserved
My empty glass forever observed
I refuse to take the blame
For my tipsy acclaim
Can my sobriety ever be preserved?

Good wine should be conserved
Inebriation reserved
Heavy handed waiters have no shame
Always overserved

Wine weilding traitors leave me unnerved
With twisted motives--curved
Contributing to my Chardonnay fame
Unfilled goblets call their name
Balance swerved
Always overserved

*A lyrical poem of French origin having between 13 and 15 lines with two rhymes throughout and with the first half of the first line repeated twice as a refrain. The rhyme scheme is typically aabba, aabR, aabbaR in a rondeau.

2.03.2007

Beer in a Can

He offers me a can of lite beer
Unaware of the imports
That I hold dear

I suppose boys this young
Still drink beer from a can
My first sip stung

We talked about classes
Movies and hip hop
My second beer depresses

My reaction--surprising
Beer in a can used to be wonderful
The tinny taste appetizing

When did I stop liking
Beer in a can?
Adulthood changes everything