haikus about men i have slept with, set 5

X

You were perfection

on paper, but in real life:

Frustration defined.

XVI

We kissed by the Seine,

But you were such a man-child

it was always doomed.

III

You kissed me so hard

that my lip was bruised; I thought

it was hot back then.

haikus about men i have slept with, set 4

XIII.

It is funny how

We can share so much, quickly,

And then disappear.

XVII.

We were both lonely

And desperate for loving:

Guess you found too much?

IX.

In the hot morning

We kissed, went to the beach:

It was so easy.

haikus about men i have slept with, set 3

XII.

Oh dear, law school boys

Are nothing but such trouble:

Booty call contracts.

XI.

You were my reward-

Your skin and long eyelashes,

Too pretty to last.

II.

I closed my eyes and

Pretended to sleep, hoping

That you would still stay.

haikus about men i have slept with, set 2

I.
Oh, young love is sweet.
Happily ever after?
Not in freshman year.

XXI.
We had cheap champagne
And one night of twisted sheets;
Kissing therapy.

XIII.
The parties were fun.
You were never very smart,
We called you meathead.

haikus about men i have slept with, set 1

VI.

your poems: lovely,

the lies: pathological,

relationship: brief.

XIV.

Bonjour mon cheri,

then vespa rides in Paris,

Tears at a strip club.

XX.

Glowing computer

leads to naughty rendez vous—

suckers fall in love.

my news/ the news

boy shot girls parents
they can trace it all in texts.
who you tryin to fool?
++

buddha boy, nepal
bit by snake, still going strong
meditation rocks
++

why can't this island
have just one mexican place?
tortilla withdrawal.
++

star ac is on at 6
no more pierre or mullet
damn that is so sad.
++

roosters crow all night
we want cosmic justice now
but the stove done broke.
++

he is my Henry
Miller, misogynist but
oddly appealing.
++

you started the Crips
think you can get off easy?
write a book on that.
++

same lesson five times
I feel like an old rock star
tired stage banter.

sex and haiku

Short dress with sequins
three martinis tonight
end in wet kisses

my body betrays
his hips are familiar
I cannot say no

Spinning ceiling tiles
where does your body stop and
where does mine begin?

The sunshine makes three
white morning twisted bed sheets
hair a careless mess