“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese…”
renew
begin again
like an etch-a-scetch
erase
delete
begin again
it’s dark
I like the lights soft
I hear the traffic
on Olympic blvd.
white noise
that you could fool yourself
into thinking it was the ocean
so I do
I give in, I surrender
I look for joy
hey, just think I have two
parking spaces
a fireplace
a balcony
and a skylight…
I follow my fingers
on the keys
hoping for a snack
of remembrance
I breathe in
I breathe out
I sit like a piece of cheese
in a mousetrap
waiting for the snap
© 2013
The Juice Bar 
At long last, someone cut the cheese.
hahaha!
Ah, Lisa! As always, sexy, evocative… Love your work! oxoxo Alexis
Thank you Alexis!!
Never cheesy, sometimes blue….Eeeeee damn good!
And soooooooo mature I would eat her if I could..
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm…..XXX
I love this poem. I love YOU! And I will admit, I love cheese.
I love you & ! love cheese too!!
And yes, you have your beautiful poems.
thanks Matthew!
an excellent write
solid kick ‘ snap’ at the end
I love cheese ! thank you for sharing xox
Funny, there’s nothing “cheesy” about this beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing. !!!!!
Superb.
Ooh. Love this. xo