i watched from my window
blinds drawn tight
as the moon undressed herself
tonight
i let myself propose
it was all for me
deep violet robes, midnight contraband
fell from her figure
and i showed the lady
no courtesy
i will not feign ignorance
in desired company
nor would i let slip
how deeply
i wished to be confronted

hitchcock would not have been impressed
but my lady
she does not subscribe
to opinions or aesthetics 


 

A disillusioned box fan
lay on his belly
exhausted
his aerodynamic limbs
once jubilant in their frivolous chase
now sluggishly trail one another
out of habit 
having spent years upon windowsills 
the yearnings of perspiring passers-by 
not unlike forehead kisses and suntan lotion
sunk deep within his plastic epidermis
tainting those portable winds
and bullying artificial tendrils into submission
no longer does he serve his purpose
retirement is what he longs for
to save himself the embarrassment 
of a poor customer review
but the biting kiss of the 
electrical socket
with her generous orifices
celestially designed for his entrance
and so eager to deliver unto him
her taxable nectar
is quite the alluring vice
and while my palms remain warm 
in a single, perpetual moment of misguided eureka 
a hum of relevance is distinguishable
in those tepid vibrations