A poem from a man I lived with briefly

About me: my Rose this isn't about age but the feel of taste, the swell of the chorale ---obligato she liked my pirate flag, she was a pirate too she said, and as it snapped at the mast we took up the old bike horn and tambourine and honked a giddy march, laughing at money said she'd kick my ass in pool, though she didn't play; she said i was gay, a communist, a gay communist she asked a customer for our check once, recalled it as the dumbest thing she'd done when told she'd done it, her soft laugh a moisture of stuff boys told her, nuts in love the distortions of unhappiness! but with Rose no meanness, sometimes a tendency to romanticize revenge or get dark tattoos; she liked to close a hand upon the other hand and crack her knuckles with a sound like who cares Rose liked strong coffee to get going and made kava kava to sleep i always drove (she hated cars) i nearly hit a squirrel, and a bird, which i did hit, but couldn't tell her, not the way she yelled and pushed into her seat enough to put me off women half my age relying on you to take them places she wanted Fall of the Damned tattooed down her arm, but had no way to meet the artist, who would've had trouble with Bosch Irish Cherokee, wine-dark lips, sorrowing Slovac when my Rose lies down, opens and smiles and looks down herself at you she'd say yeah to move the river around my boat, becoming what you heard for days; she told me i was hard to know and had a teenager's libido which i whispered yeah to we weren't going anywhere, we didn't care, then I cared and in the mirror watched the bird try to fly off the road i'd find her, my lovely Rose, waiting for me on the road back to her family's farm, in her jeans and jacket, listening to her sad music on those little earbuds so nobody'd know she didn't like the crack across my windshield, why don't you get that fixed she said then would pull up the soft skirt she sometimes wore and reach over in traffic, arousing the men in my horse lying in wait outside the gate, ready for the myths of famous dates © Copyright 2011