Filling his hotdog bun with condiments,
Randy showed his date his brilliant idea.
“As you can see, put all the stuff underneath, lubricating sides and bottom
Now you can’t drop anything out once you slip your wiener in,” he said.
“Know what? This date is over,” she replied as she stomped off.
She left him holding his meatless bun.
Sliding down the road
Looking for traction among the glittering ice
Invoking different deities for divine intervention
Pounding to a stop in a snowbank ends the wild ride
Writing ephemeral stories
If I could just get a grasp on them
So I am not surprised when they slip away
Pulling me farther into my mind’s swamp
So, you thought I would lapse in my attentiveness, and then you would give me the underdress.
Lilly, what are you blundering about this time?
It makes no difference, I found the small dock you parked your getaway dingy at!
Perhaps before you verbally stumble some more you should hand over the thesaurus.
But he didn’t have the money to pay
It made him feel really bad, but he had been so hungry
Leaving the slip on the table with an “I’m sorry” note
Larry couldn’t really enjoy his first meal in three days as he ran away
Slip sliding along the sidewalk
Noting each cloud I exhale
Overcast skies drop huge flakes on my tongue
Winter has decided to play with me
Putting half her life in the trash never felt good
Until she did it though, there would be no freedom
Reaching for the next stack of poems
Going through each she remembered how hard they had been to write
Even as she let each slip through her fingers into the recycling
Silently her dress swayed as she walked away
Leaving me watching, longing to touch her one more time
Instead I would only have the memories of her silky skin
Perhaps I shouldn’t have told her about my girlfriend