IN A WORLD WITHOUT

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub

She exists in a world
without cake and ice cream
never curious enough
to rub the lamp
in the proper way
to make the genie appear
and take her on that
roller coaster ride
climbing slowly to the top 
then
a split second 
and
over the hump you go
my girl
hurtling toward
the inevitable
the all consuming
point of no return 
screaming like a banshee
all the way down

You'd see the whole business
in a much different light
I said
much differently
than asking me
what's the point
of any of it
indulging me
while your nail polish dries
there in your world
without cake and ice cream

ON A DAY IN EARLY SPRING

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

d'Verse Poets Pub

And you find yourself

strolling through the market

on a day in early spring

encountering a woman

who smiles at you

not in a polite way

but in a way that shows

she'd be interested

if you weren't both there

with your carts

passing for the briefest of moments

in the opposite direction

and before you can even think

of what to say

she's turned the corner

Leaving you longing for some other time

and some other place

where two people were properly introduced

by a maiden aunt

in the courtyard of a church

on a day in early spring

extending her white-gloved hand

and holding your gaze

for the briefest of moments

as she demurs

each making a mental note

to get religion again next week

And you find yourself strolling

through an open-air market

on a day in early spring

your demure lady

tending to your child at home

A woman passes by

giving you THAT smile

holding your gaze

for the briefest of moments...

You pivot

eyes following her

as she stops

picks up an apple

and holds it to the light

then slowly turns

in your direction...

YOUR FIRST CLUE

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub

Da people dey drive up
to da Bobo's Restaurant.
Dey get outta dere car
and dey waddle inside. 
Later, dey waddle out da door
and back to dere car.
All da people at da Bobo's
dey be waddlin.

Hmmm...You tink dey be servin 
HEALTH food in dere?

I never been inside da Bobo's
and dey say don't judge a book
by its cover
but you know 
if it look like a duck
and waddle like a duck...

One day drivin past da Bobo's
I overhear da waddlers
and dey say:  "Dem Bobo's cheeseboigas...
dey to DIE for!"

quack 
quack 

SEE NO EVIL

d'Verse Poets Pub

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The married woman
does not want to watch the porn
on the television in our room
at the No-Tel motel
even though we have come here
to enact a similar scene

There are mirrors on the ceiling
above the bed
but she is careful not to look up

The married woman
does not want to see 
her own
reflection
at all



Note: Before your jaw drops any further, this poem was written quite a number of years ago, and I'm sharing it here for the first time now.