| Jilted |
| i. He met a girl. She was perfect And he was in Love. All was well Until he realized That perfect was just An adjective, begun With the pursing of One�s lips, and love Was an extended Tango. The last time He tangoed he pulled A muscle; this was Much the same. ii. Finally ready to sleep with her; He had just crawled into their bed when She mentioned something about The lawn needing mowing. So, He readjusted his fig leaf and, With the hairs on his arms bristling, Tramped out of their garden. Muttering under his breath. iii. i have put on my knee-length trench-coat and am walking behind you two steps to one. then, as i listen to you drip charming thoughts, a pebble becomes lodged in the tread of my shoe. bending over to pick it out, it tells me there are many more where he came from. i look up and you are far down the path whistling something with a hint of red in it. as i run to catch up, the street vendor, selling baseball caps, and the pebble look after me with pity and nod to each other knowingly. iv. Maria always crossed her fingers when talking about Herself. Silently hoping, by some strange twist of fate with Perhaps a splash of luck, that someone else might find her as Interesting as she (and her father) did. And, as this new face Gazed across the table at her, it couldn�t help but wonder About her schizophrenia. With luck and fate in the right Proportions, resembling a cocktail, it was intrigued By her habit and became quickly entranced by her twisting Digits. Unfortunately, she had no space for him Between her embracing fingers. |