I just remembered that in all the working on my book and stuff, I never posted my last few NaPoWriMo poems, so here they are.
Rabies: A Love Story (Part 3)
Colin is a very good actor.
He’s not become flustered once
in this interview improv.
Watching Colin perform is like
watching a sportsman on top form.
This is very tense. You’ve chain smoked
your way thru this entire exchange.
I’m sensing he knows more than he’s saying,
but we don’t have enough evidence
on him yet, and he’s giving us
nothing to go on. God, he’s good.
At dinner, you accidentally touch
my ankle with your foot
and decide not to pull away.
You look deep into my eyes
every time I speak. We are becoming
close. We reach for the bottle
of wine at the same time.
Neither of us move our hand until the waiter comes
saying I have an urgent phone call.
At A Bus Stop
I’m wondering how many times we’ve kissed.
If one of us had kept a tally,
would we look at the number
and be surprised, or would we think,
“Yeah, that sounds about right”?
The poem I wrote on the 28th was called Equus, and I was so happy with it that it ended up being a last minute addition to my forthcoming book, so I’m not going to type it up in this post. Sorry.
(I’m not sorry)
Eyes glazed over in a smoke filled room.
Hooked on this voice. Clutching a whisky glass.
“Wow. Seriously, WOW.” You wish
you were in a bar in the 1950’s
rather than in this kitchen, at this party,
at four in the morning, wondering where
your friends have gone, and why
no-one sings quite like this anymore.
The Over-Familiar Dentist
Always plays your favourite songs.
Always makes your appointments run too long.
Always calls you, “Darling.”
Always asks about your love life.
Always tells you about theirs.
Always talks in breathy tones.
Always strokes your face too gently.
Always says, “Well, NOW you have a kissable mouth,” when finished.
Always hugs you before you leave.
Always lets the hug linger.
Always makes sure their cheek is stroking yours when pulling away.
Always catch them in the mirror looking at your bum as you walk out.
Always leaves you feeling like you need a cigarette and a shower afterwards.
You need a new dentist.