Yeah yeah, I know, such a lame post title. But guess what? I eat lame post titles for breakfast.
I met this first girl full of fun on the boardwalk
because of my friend
Jarod and his lingering need
of some other.
and the next girl was a bookstore queen
who couldn’t be
much more than eighteen.
the third girl was wearing a
and showered easily
in the apartment where we made music.
the next girl, finally, took
off my clothes in her coffee shop and
said that the best part
of poetry is the break.
the girl after that, still that girl, put
my clothes back on
in a different shop and told
me that poetry is
poetry and any other nonsense
is just girls and boys dreaming.
that girl took off her glasses, took off my
hands, said that she
saw the horizon,
took me to the ocean, and made me stand,
facing the wind.