RickThePoet

Beach

I lay in the sun
tanned and ready for love.
The lounge chair
reclines
at the perfect angle.

I squint at the sun
reveling in nature’s glare
I drench the perspiration
in water from the pool
in which my arm dangles
aimlessly.

My vacation is just begun
and in my head
I hear the quiet lap lap lap
of the water

And
then
the cell phone rings
the notebook computer buzzes
the PDA alarm rings out
The MP3 player starts playing music from the 60s
and the radio promises
riches for the tenth caller
and
a
relaxing
vacation
by the water
on the beach.
       

Snake Charmer

He slithered up to the bar
oozing romantic juices on the floor
He cast a sneaky eye
to where his wife might be
and looked around
for a warm dark place
to curl up in.

His eyes were black as coal
and his long, lithe body
slowly moved to the closest rabbit he could find.

Would she succumb to him
Or
In a flash of insight
look at me
and see the lover
behind the aging bull?

PaperClip

I twist you in my hand
slim metal
turning around
to face the music
of my musing.

Now you look like a pretzel
Then, again, a rigid snake
Inanimate
cold
steely jawed
without emotion

As I doodle with my mind
the table vibrates
and you move
slowly
to the drum of a distant hand
tapping to a beat
I cannot hear.

Will I be this bored
when the music stops?