Well-forged
We lay
under a shade tree in cool moss
on a hot
summer evening
No
boy-girl thing, just friends
Comfortable,
talking about everything
Enjoying
our connection
Well-forged
over the years
Well-forged
We lay
under a shade tree in cool moss
on a hot
summer evening
No
boy-girl thing, just friends
Comfortable,
talking about everything
Enjoying
our connection
Well-forged
over the years
My Nineteenth
Birthday
Celebrating
my nineteenth birthday
My mom
invited my best friend and the boy next door
After
eating lasagna and cake
We took
a walk on the moonlit night up Wild Cat Road
The guy knew
his way around the woods
We
walked together, talking and laughing all the while
At one
point we were way off the road
We came
upon a building lit up with a street light
We had
wound up at the State Game Lands
He tried
to make us think we weren’t supposed to be there
He
started running and we ran too
He laughed,
thinking he had fooled us into worrying
We were
just trying to catch up
We knew
his B Movie story lines when we heard them
B Movie
Breaking
up is hard
After a
year and two months
And my
first true love
The boy
next door said,
“You
talk as if someone died”
To me it
was a death
To my surprise,
he
Wanted
to date me again
Seemed
out of the blue
Would be
a B film
After
the feature movie
I broke
it gently
You’re
like my brother
We’ve
been that way since
Later On,
We’ll Perspire
Of all
the Christmas songs
I heard
as a child,
perspiring
by the fire
made sense,
but it didn’t
sound
romantic
to me.
Blue Pizza
Two friends and I,
we met next door.
Each week his
parents would retreat.
We’d watch TV and
cook and eat.
One time, we did a
little more.
We got food dye Mom
had in store,
And put it in the
pizza dough.
Blue pizza’s quite
the thing, you know.
We left some pizza for
his folks.
They often laughed
at his dumb jokes.
They shrieked, we
smiled and watched our show.
Skunked
While
trapping, he got sprayed by a skunk.
At the
bus stop, we could smell it.
He left
his jacket behind.
At
school, students parted
Just
like the Red Sea.
He was
sent home
That morning,
Nicknamed
Skunk!
The Boy Next
Door
He had a weird light-bulb
shaped head.
We were play mates since
I was four.
We rode our trikes
on wooded paths.
That silly, goofy
boy next door.
We girls avoided
him like plague.
With almost nothing
to adore.
Oh, what a pest he
had become!
That silly, goofy
boy next door.
A teenager, funny
and smart
Cute and tall at six
foot four.
I though he might
not be so bad.
That silly, goofy
boy next door.
I bet a kiss on
game of HORSE.
Of course, I had
the lowest score.
He’s not the only
fool that day,
That silly, goofy
boy next door.