jonberger

Song About Cats and Weasels

We fight
like nemeses.
We scratch
like vermin.
We claw
like life depends
on our victory
and kill
to ensure our mutual defeat.

We fight.
We war.
We draw upon suspected enemies
and lose
because we cannot stop.

THE TRAGIC VARIABLES

Well…?
You have seven minutes
to save the world
to create the thing
that will put us on the right track
ensure we have a future
from which
we’ll look back
on this special moment
and thank you
for your foresight
your intuition
and your sheer briliance
as you looked upon the problems of the day,
considered the tragic variables
and uncovered the inconceivable,
the only way
for us to escape our fate.
We’ll be appreciative then,
but only if you provide the solution
– and in the next six minutes.
…well?

TRANSFORMATION

Watch all around you
and take lessons from everything you see.
Learn from your enemies
and make them love you.
Learn from your friends
and make them need you.
Exploit every weakness
and strength
and take careful note
of every bare throat.
This is how you become the queen.

Understand your limits
– but push them
transforming what you can
into hidden strengths
that you share with no one
until the time is right.
Inform only those who insist
before they can anticipate
just what it is
you are capable of.
This is how you transform
into queen b.

Be vigilant
in hunting weakness
first in yourself
then others.
Ensure that none
think them self safe.
Keep your victims close
and your rage closer.
Prepare to unleash it
on any
who dare question your authority.
This is how you find the queen bitch.
Destroy her
to become her.

COONS IN JUNE

Gosh, you’re so pretty
and so witty.
In this city
of a million lovely ladies
you’re surely one in a century
and
I don’t know what those kind of calculations
make of you,
since it’s hard to think straight
when thinking about your curves.

And I know
that I objectify
and I know
I want to subject you
to my fantasies.
And I know I’d like to inject myself
into your existence
project my image
into your thoughts
make your each and every concept
about me.
I know what I want is wrong
and that I haven’t known you for very long
or deeply
and in fact, somewhat creepily.
I know that you could not know
the real me
as you stare so warily.

I know this.
I do.
You saw me
and knew:
We’d never be two,
and, true it may be.
It ain’t nothing new.

I should know better.
I shouldn’t waste my time
dreaming your way
but
gosh, you’re so pretty.

SEVERAL SEVENTIES REFERENCES

It’s so funny to be seeing you
after so long, girl
– if by funny, I mean
melancholy
gut-wrenching
wistful and pained.

Month after the wounds had healed
and hearts could feel
and boners had mended
back into some semblance
of a masturbatory rhythm,
I see you again
with him,
fingers burrowed deep within
your creamy frosted form.

And it’s all back again
like the first day
and the eighth,
eighteenth
and eighty eighth.
I thought I could forget,
forgive and free myself,
but you’ve Corleoned me
back where I belong.

I knew it was you all along
but only now
have I been reminded
and all I can do
is surrender
or wait for the end of the world
when perhaps I’ll be done with you.

AWKWARD UNCOMFORTABLE AND

She seemed to like me
even though I was at my most awkward
uncomfortable and flustered.
You seem a little lost, she said, taking my hand,
You want to get out of here?

I closed my eyes
before this gorgeous girl,
thought about it a minute,
and said
I do not know.

I do not know what I want
or where I am
really.
This place is strange
and I feel awkward
and uncomfortable.

I don’t really get what you’re looking for
or how I fit in to it
– or if I do at all.
This place is very loud
and I am very drunk
– or as drunk
as I allow myself to get
in such a flustering place.

As you said,
I am at a loss,
and I do not know
if I can easily be found.

In the time you said that,
she told me,
I banged the two guys at the next table over
and they were obviously gay.
Now do you want to continue
analyzing your asshole
or you want to go to my place?

All right, I replied.
I don’t know what that means,
she said.
You know, I said, grabbing my coat,
neither do I.

GREATER THAN I

He don’t love you like I love you:
with reservations
hesitation and fear in equal measure.
He treasures you
and offers you whatever he has
which is levels of magnitude
greater than I.

He cares
and is not afraid to show it,
to share his appreciation,
devotion
and degree of emotion.
He is a good man,
a better man.
A strong man who can provide you
half of what you deserve.

He don’t love you
like I love you:
he loves you right.