Month: August 2020

If I Dated An Older Woman

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© Aug. 17, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

If I dated an older woman,
Would the house we share be suburban?

Would humanity remind us of our age gap
When our feelings are whole?

They may want to unsee what I’d love to
See, but that’s what’s in my lifespan.

I’d love her love handles more than
Casserole, retouching my heart and soul.

She may die first to put me in her will, but
I’d become homeless with her,

Starving till I eat nature and thirsting till
From her mouth, water, I drink.

I’d hug her powerless, so if her
Mouthpiece falls, then she’s not a biter.

I want to just get lost in her wrinkles while
The air attempts to lip sync

And I want to make her laugh like the first
Comedian ever to exist.

Although my size would be bigger than my
Funny bone, she would be greater

I’ve heard older women know what they
Want, but she’ll be my youth with a twist.

I try to imagine where we’d go on a first
Date like meet our creator.

I want to dive in her grey hairs.

I love the younger you.
I love the older you.
I love every you.
I love all of you.

Maybe I’d go to a skating rink, skating
While playing with a yoyo

And if she’s confident, she’ll give me a lap
Dance while balancing on skates.

I think, we’ll smooch in bubble baths like
Another today till tomorrow.

More so, we’d read the Bible together and
See where our love escalates.

I wouldn’t ask to be a parent of the
Children she already has.

Is it heartbreaking to desire a virgin who’s
Also an old woman?

An old woman is said to be experienced,

But she don’t have to have class.

I don’t expect her to cook for me; she’ll
Taste it with her attention span.

Maybe someday, I’ll pass her up without
Knowing if that could’ve been her.

That’s life, but I imagine closing down a
Restaurant just so I’ll stare.

I’ll eventually talk, so our happiness is
Something to remember.

They’ll be rumors; if we’re discreet, it
Wouldn’t be the same for all I care.

Our day’s when we run out of air.

I love the younger you.
I love the older you.
I love every you.
I love all of you.

Somewhere Germs Are Dead

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© Aug. 1, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Dear Germs,

I see you everywhere

That I turn.

I used to play in the dirt

And learn.

The foods I ate

Used to be random.

Now, I care for my

Immune system.

When the cooties

Used to be folklore,

The neighbors used to

Go door to door.

The men acted like

Movie features,

Then they feared

Invisible creatures.

Somewhere germs are dead.

Somewhere germs are dead.

I’ve seen an exceptional disgrace

That I’ll never be attracted to

With a body that took up much space

Due to large crowds that made an issue.

What about nutrition?

What about exercise?

Germs.

Germs.

Bury the germs.

Clean the sand grains.

You’re just not for me.

You’re just not for you.

Men have kissed the

Flesh-eating disease,

But lived longer on Earth

Than Socrates.

Men have slurped from

Rusty fire hydrants

Where critters urinate

Like there’s plants.

We don’t need gloves

When we’re having sex,

But we forget rubbers

Like our ex,

So lick your fingers, then

Turn papers

To give to strippers

And dream chasers.

Somewhere germs are dead.

Somewhere germs are dead.

I’ve seen thousands of dirty cities.

The treasures that I find are worshipped

Like insulin in a snowball’s breeze.

Now, the humans freak out if I slipped.

What about vitamins?

What about chit-chatting?

Germs.

Germs.

Bury the germs.

Clean the forest.

You’re just not for me.

You’re just not for you.

The media said it won’t

Harm animals,

Then they lied, but I

See cannibals.

Clean ancient paintings

And manuscripts

When infested bugs creep

Like stretched lips.

Were are ancestors

Safe from the fear?

We shouldn’t be alive,

But that’s clear.

Salmonella is more

Dangerous.

I’m more likely to fall

Off a bus.

Somewhere germs are dead.

Somewhere germs are dead.

I’ve read about a better feeling

Where I know happy endings don’t stop

And I’ve heard about the glass ceiling,

But nobody’s cleaning the head shop.

What about the sunshine?

What about affection?

Germs.

Germs.

Bury the germs.

Clean the traffic.

You’re just not for me.

You’re just not for you.