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Make Me Hot

Make me hot

I want to sizzle

like an egg sunny side up

with my edges lightly browned

crisp

no humdrum lines

or snot

diminishing a

first impression.

I want them

to inhale

my scent

like hungry dogs

hot on the trail

of a

meaty

thigh

bone

dripping

with

drop dead sinew

and pearly white

panache.

Your Taste

You are dark and scathing

hinting at forgotten pleasure

bribing my subconscious

beneath a cloak of sultry red still

you continue to whisper my name.

Tempting rogue

you alone know how to

twist my desire

and color my lust.

I am a nun

and solitary.

This phase will

forge

my chain

secure my allegiance

rebuild a bold character

and transform my prison

but I shall die

before I

forget

your taste.

Emotional Muggers

An Emotional Mugging

is calling up your family

expecting an earful

but getting

an exploding doormat  instead.

is thinking your friends

have your best interests

in mind and finding they’ve

relished eating your heart out.

Emotional muggers

know something

nasty about you

and aren’t afraid to use it.

Emotional muggers

can cripple you

with their love.

First Friday- Poetry Slam

Spiders

Spider ling’s balloon
over tiny strands of silk
thread- trapeze artists.

Steel spiders muscle 
circus owner, draw sideshow
acts to live wire.

Spider vein try-out’s
announced in carnival ad
beach sandals welcome.

Tall, Thin, Young and Gassy—pidgin poem

One sistah from Kahaluu
stay
carving
into da
banyan tree
next to da
Hygenic Store.

She waitin on Kimo
da kine moke neva even
graduate Castle High School.

Da tita
get one zit da size
of one forklift
on top her
nose.
Pretty soon
she gonna pop da bugga
da ting going ooze
and she going use 'um fo
fill-in da kine words
into dat tree.

Words like
I gonna get you fo dis, KIMO
I not playin wit you
no more games-- gangsta.
I like wrap your brains round dis tree
wat you tink, I no life.
You tink I
going stay hea foreva.

So she tink and she write
some ting else into dat tree
dat no one eva going forget.

It say,
Kimo like sleep
wit ladies undawea on, cuz
he got one ting for -- red lace BVD’S

Dat going fix da bugga.

She smiling now
like she wen release
one huge
onolicious fart.

“Kay den, she say,
my work
pau hea
wea  you like go?”