Jonpoet

I've been staring at this screen
for quite some time
trying to think of a way to write
this
poem
because it's been a long time since I've written
anything that resembles
a poem
i'm so much better with prose
although
the lines could be blurred
but i'm pretty sure ive been writing prose
rather than
poetry

the nice thing about poetry though
is that
i can say so much
with
so
little
whereas prose tends to ramble
and i'm so good at rambling
across the country and with my words and my women
but here
each word needs to be carefully crafted
glazed in the kiln

so
i sat here a bit
ate some bad candy
ran my fingers through my hair
(it'll be gone tomorrow)
and thought about how i was going to write
a
love
poem

Destinee

Tango. Foxtrot. Tango.

I am a lazy lump of flesh, today. The bed held me captive until approximately 11am. My escape was valiant. Fox News would have been proud. They probably would have broken into my room, cameras blazing and reporters moaning in pleasure, just in time to see my near naked body blink and roll towards the light. My only regret is that I didn't wrap my tossed-aside shirt around my shoulders and dance around with my fists in the air, a-la Rocky. Yo...media!

Being master of the house does carry with it special privileges. I walk around in my boxers. I leave uncertain messes and holes in candy bags. The denizens of my domain must note my presence during times of my absence. I fully expect letters of adulations when I come home in the evening. (Jon! Clean up your fucking mess. Love, your loyal subjects).

Only the dog is not impressed with my royal demeanor. I have attempted to scare it into submission, but my threats to boil its bones and flay its toenails off are met with a gape mouth and blank, puppy stares. It even had the nerve to bark until I consented to open the back door. I believe a coup is imminent. The threat must be met head on, otherwise I shall be forced to belly up and accept the mongrel as a new king.

The queen demands my attention. I'm off to get dressed and prepare for a meeting of faces. (Kissy kissy).