Poetry – Page 63 – A (wise) man of two faces

Missing the cut

What’s a second chance?
After I make one mistake,
they ask me to leave.

Every time I talk with her,
I fall in love again.

Every time it doesn’t work
hurts just like the first.

How is the weather?
Did you catch the game last night?
Have you seen the news?

Ladies who love beards,
we are proud to announce the
petting zoo’s open.

Smoke signal in the sky
but is it a lie, but is it a lie?
A vaporous tell
of things great and fell
but is it a lie, but is it a lie…

I wrote a woman
a poem about forgetting
my pants before work.

I do not need a lecture
of your holier-than-thou conjecture.
I know you’re well-meaning
but I find it unseeming –
yours is not my scripture.

Judge not my haiku,
they are just the ramblings
of a tired man.

I adjust my seat,
refill my drink and popcorn,
and watch the drama.

Baby, I’m still missing you,
wishing I was kissing you
but you drove away
one dark and lonely day;
that’s what I get for pissing you – off.