Threadbare Dragon
Our childhood dragons
outgrow their stuffing and change
into adult dreams.
Our childhood dragons
outgrow their stuffing and change
into adult dreams.
The curve of her frame
fits neatly into my hand;
it was made for it.
Paradoxically, by saving face,
you’ve abandoned all pretense of grace.
You sound like an ass
without an ounce of class –
you’re why they call it a “rat race”.
The sound of my name,
when you spoke it in rapture,
haunts me to this day.
May all those we love
who can’t love us in return
live long, and happy,
and may they remember us
when they touch themselves at night.
Oh, I wish my arms
were long enough, strong enough
to bridge the distance.
Still pinching pennies
and stretching every dollar,
trying to survive.
Penny thoughts aren’t worth a dime
but people like to take the time
to put pen to page
and turn vulgar into sage
with prose, poetry, and rhyme.
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?