“It’s a Small World” by L.K. Thayer

heart in abyss
Ya, you know this OKCupid site?
Ya, a lot of hits and misses.
This dating thing is outta control.
A one stop shop
wham bam thank you ma’am,
coffee bean, tea or me,
dutch treat, trick or treat,
hey what’s your sign, wine and dine
text me when it’s over.
You got me?
Mostly gay divorcee’s that aren’t gay.
Lot’sa types who have never lived alone that say,
“I’m easy going, no drama”
What the hell happened then??
Did they go through their marriage in a coma?
Get thrown out on their ear?
Just put one flip flop in front of the other
and they wound up in the dog house,
bowling too many gutter balls,
ya just struck out…
Right pal?
How the hell am I gonna date a guy who lives in Annaheim?
The last time I was in Annaheim,
I was stuck in swirling teacups with “It’s a small world after all”  playing over and over
…getting seasick.
What is all this Mickey Mouse & Minnie live happily ever after crap?
After what??
After 4 marriages?
After the rice falls?
After the spare tire & the love handles take over?
After the after shock?
After the dinner mints have dissolved?
Hey, the gist is, I don’t need a seismologist
to know, just because a guy has a big…portfolio
I’m gonna trot into the sunset singing happy trails partner.
Hi yo hock your silver, and away buddy boy,
Cause hang on Buster,
this is gonna be one hell of a
bumpy ride.
© 2013

“BAR CODE” by M. C. Lubow

I am unfamiliar with the bar scene..
I don’t know bar manners
Like if someone sends me a drink
Should I accept? What are the rules?
The code?  The bar code?
I wouldn’t want to offend a nice man,
who intends a conversation of ideas, imagination.
I might ignite on that sensation.

Then there is the matter
of the tall tall tall bar stools
I am too small to be a stool pigeon
Pigeons may carry diseases and
I am risk averse.

Then there is the matter
of what is in the glass
I don’t like to drink much
I don’t like the burning taste
I don’t like to lose my inhibitions
I don’t like to wag my tongue

I would rather wag my tail
than waste precious time slurping ale
But only with the right guy
who gives me a kind eye
The right one who is tender
who is not a one night stander

Then there is the matter
of standards. Am I being clear?
All that clear liquid in a clear glass
I don’t care if it’s apple or pink martini
It may relax some, but a few sips and swallows
distort my reality. I see fireworks in his eyes

It’s no surprise I get high on fruits of the season
I get high on colorful people. I get high on sounds
of words and birds. Am I clear? Have I provided
the reasons? No bar scene for me…I don’t know the code.
I can’t open the safe and safe is where I need to be.

M. C. Lubow

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010