Check it out over at “Bard is Bong”:
After finishing dinner, there was nothing left.
The only difference between us
is one silent word.
is to reread this.
Because you’re the only truth
I’ve ever known
Most of us stayed at home playing backgammon
when Rodney left with a blush
forgetting the pack of condoms in his backpack
before he found himself in an alley.
A man in his late 30s graced his cell phone. One
day while heading to a Ballroom dance
competition a friend from Singapore
texted her mother back in Singapore. Moving
her fingers across the small keypad, the scene
outside moved as if from a flip book, a
movie obviously made at home. Rodney
left fingerprints on a dumpster, under emergency
staircases. When his phone was found
with almost no battery left, the text said, “What if
you had the chance to start or end it all tonight,
what would you do?” Wink face. Had rain been added
a black Rolls Royce would have flickered its lights.
That must’ve saved Rodney when his clothes
weren’t found. Heroes are thought to sunbathe
in Greece when they retire. The password
on your phone is the same as your bank account’s.
After a few beers the backgammon board
was a mouth. On account of where the dice fell
the couch was a boat and my bottom half was gone.
Sometimes I want to hit you
And call it poetry
But it always goes
Under a different label