Lock and Jaw

Super trainer ex
traordinaire.  We are
keyed and locked
stepped midst strangers trying
to play the cool, and I am game
on if you are.
Let's put on a show
that will runaway like broadway
and never have to answer
to anyone who doesn't have
a hand in their back pocket,
who hasn't had to answer
empty day dreams
with substance and consequence
and self consciousless,
because trainer ex
traordinaire, we are a pair
step keyed and jaws
thought locked and
so far away from where we am,
the stupidity bleeds in
where we try to make them understand.

Dianimus

Awareness comes
like a trinket
fallen into grooves
of fingerprints
raised for wear
into reliefs of histories and it all feels like
a picture taken from a
distance, passed into the pages of history,
that no one will
be able to account for.
Yet, it is there,
and dying for significance
time knits its fingers
to confer.

Fur Chat

"Hey baby, want to exchange some securities?"

I think
you might have
the wrong room so
yes?

"You know what would be a capital idea?"

No, but go on.
I am pretty
curious and you are
boring me to tears,
bloody, bloody tears.

"If you and me got on web cams and did some insider trading,"

I think
you might have
a great sense of humor so
yes?

"because I am so needing a good tongue bath."

Weren't we on Wall street
less than five seconds ago.
My imagination is not happy
with you, but I am curious
as to how a dog
could land a government job
so: yes,
let's do this.

Black Shaped Box

Oh hey there, computer.  Looks like you
got some work done. I mean,
not that it's noticeable.  It's tasteful, really.
You look fantastic.  Not that you didn't before.
I mean, up an entire terabyte.  That's a lot.
You look good though.  Not that you would
ever not look good, even if it was a few gigabytes.
It's tasteful.  Did I already say that?
I'm sorry, I get nervous around the opposite sex.
Not that I'm scared or anything.  Or intimidated.
Please, it takes a lot more than a small change
like that to, uh.  Hey, so, uhm.  You doing anything
tomorrow night?  I only ask because I am
totally free and thought maybe, you know, we
could, uh.  You really look great.  I'm
thrilled you're happy with it.  Not more thrilled
than you, of course, because you were fine before,
but the thing is I was really wondering if
maybe we could get together tomorrow night.
Well, yeah, of course I'm still wondering, and
that is why I should have formed that into a
question.  Right, silly me.
No, I don't really recall meeting him at the beach
cookout last summer.  Alright, well
that being the case I will be, uhm, on my way then.
Wouldn't it be funny if we ran into each other
though, like while you were there tomorrow?
Like just the three of us, hangin' out. No, I absolutely
agree, that probably would just be awkward.
Did he not like me?  Right, yeah, I should talk to him
if it's that much of a concern.  Well, anyway
I'm practically late for, uhm, okay
well you have a good day too.  A sexy day.  A
stand up kind of sexy day.

Stand up kind of sexy day.  Ah, God,
I don't even know what that means.  Whatever.
The important thing is
I'm going to show up anyway.