You want I should talk to him
that guy over there
giving you the eye?
I don’t think I appreciate
the attention he’s paying to you.
Let me know if you want me
to intercede.
You don’t need to deal
with that kind of thing
if you don’t want to.
Just say the word.
I’m here to help.
If you think he needs a talking to
I’ve got some friends who can be pretty convincing.
Let me know what you want.
What you need.
I can help
if you wish it.
Have you written your poem yet?
Get to it!
There’s work to be done
and I don’t see you doing it.
No. No excuses.
There’s no time for that.
I don’t have an hour to chat – nor two.
I’ve got a date with a pen.
I can’t talk to you.
What have you danced lately?
How will you get the demons out
if not through sweat and jerky motions?
Let me see you move, dammit.
Let’s see your feet
spread your soul
on the dance floor.
Where are your paintings?
When will you sculpt?
Why are your drawings to few?
Get to work
by getting to play.
Create
dammit
CREATE!
I think the blonde
at the table over there?
The one with the big tits
and the willing smile?
I think she needs help.
I think she needs someone to save her.
The eyes she’s been giving me
make me suspect
she’s in danger
and needs the kind of help
only a certain kind of man can provide.
The guy she’s sitting with
is more interested in his phone
than her
and
he seems to be forcing her to stay
in some way
I can’t fully describe.
She keeps looking in my direction
catching my eye
when I’m staring at her
her lips are moving occasionally
sometimes when she’s not talking to him.
I think she needs something.
I think she wants something
from me.
I think I can help her.
I think
here is something
that I can give
if I only find a way
before the two of them leave
to go home.
You should quit.
You should stop.
You’re not getting what you want
so maybe it makes sense
to look somewhere else.
There’s a wall that you keep hitting
a whip you’re self-inflicting.
You could drop it.
The path you’re on
is not taking you
where you want to go.
They say the definition of insanity
is doing the same thing
over and over
expecting different results.
They’re wrong.
The Model T was the latest iteration
of the vehicle that Henry tried to build.
Great people
will repeat actions
with slight variations
to yield new results.
Great people.
Smart people.
Scientists and heroes.
You are none of those things
and should not expect their accomplishments to be yours.
It’s not gonna work out for you.
You’ve seen so much evidence of it
and have had no counter evidence
to provide you hope.
Give up.
Get out of the limelight
and cool down in the shade.
What I want
is for him to notice me.
What I want
is to get his respect.
I keep climbing
getting higher
closer to the goal
and he keeps ignoring me.
What IS that?
Why doesn’t he see
what I can do?
Why doesn’t he see
what I have become?
I can be so much more
if he sees me
if he allows me
if he gives me the respect
I think I have come to earn.
When will he give me
what should be mine
by now?
When will he let me grow?
High up
far and away higher
than any other
there is a structure
that watches down on us.
It studies
this building
it stares.
It records our actions
our thoughts and misdeeds
and prepares lists
of who is deserving
and who must be punished.
The building has a mistress
that rarely walks among us
so busy is she
with higher pursuits.
She learns of us
under telescope
and takes many notes
and decides
who among us
shall prosper
She is a subtle mistress
up in her tower high
and she knows what is good for us.
She acts in our interests
and offers us
what she knows is best.
Who are we to judge her decisions?
Her logic
like everything else
is over our heads.
I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday
so I jumped into my trusty time machine
and zipped back to when your mom’s water broke
but I had some peanut oil on my hands
when I calibrated the controls
and overshot by a couple of years
and, as happens in these situation,
the machine got a chronal flat
and I found myself
in your hometown
a year in advance of my anicipated arrival.
If my membership in the TTT
– Time Travelers of the Technoverse –
hadn’t lapsed
the machine would have just been fixed
a minute after it broke.
But it did
so it didn’t
and I was stuck there
in your prehistory.
I met your parents.
Your dad was kind of a jerk.
Your mom was kind of friendly.
The kind of thing
that never’s supposed to happen
happened and
long story short
I’m your dad now.
I should have told you sooner
only
I didn’t know
until I got back from the trip.
Anyway
want me to teach you
how to ride a bike?
When I married you
I was optimistic.
When I married you
I thought it was forever.
When I married you
I thought it would make you happy
that it was what you wanted
that you’d be into it
until the end of your days.
I am so saddened
to see how wrong I was
and that my marrying you
did not succeed
as admirably as I had hoped
and that the imminent divorce
is as desired
as the other thing had been.
I wish I had married you better
and promise I will
when you next ask me
to perform the service.
The little girl
at the lemonade stand
handed me a gumball.
I pocketed it
to keep for a later day.
A rainy day
which just arrived
where I searched my jacket
for something sweet
to get me through.
But
was it the jawbreaker
I chew
or the memory of innocence
that has done me this service?
The gumball.
That girl
was a real bitch.
I really enjoyed
looking down your shirt last night
almost as much
as I look forward to doing it again
sometime soon.
Perhaps we can also arrange
some up skirt opportunities
in the immediate future
as well.
Checking out your secret tattoos
witnessing your bends and pivots
seeing the bite of lip
the play of hair
knowing more of all of your artful body…
Objectifying you
has proven to be my favorite activity
of late,
and any advice as to what I can do
to augment the abundance of those occasions
would be appreciated indeed.
It boils down
to this naked truth.
I’d like to see more of you.
When can we arrange this?
jonberger 