Skip the Music, Enjoy the Poems

Reader(s)--

I have a writing group meeting in the middle of the day on the other side of the City on this Thursday, so Thursday's blog is going to skip on the music and just provide you with lyrics, er, poems of my own concoction. I'm out for the week after that, so enjoy the fireworks and I'll catch up with you next week after the holiday, yo.

Dutch

You treat

But not me

With any level of courtship.

This is only the start

Of something that would have been

Passionately

Lovingly treated.

But not by you

Of me. I'm filling without great taste.

I know it's the

New millennium--

Which means...what exactly?

I treat YOU?

The woman instigates? Instead of inspires?

I'm so old-fashioned

Though, that

Will never put me "in the mood"

For the after-dinner treat

You, colony of one from Amsterdam,

Expect to be treated to.

An arc in the dark.

And I'm never treated back.

BlackBerry Case

About twenty years

And three thousand miles ago

I would have bent over the

Rough-hewn boards

With stains and stems

And called that a future pie

Or soft-serve topping.

Now, Lord help me,

There's no winey aroma

Just a whiny cutting from

Tunnels, towers.

Encased in plastic. Trackballed

Instead of seeded.

The only dessert topping this

BlackBerry encases

Would be sexting.

Onward, dear reader.