the beacs

though friday night epiphanies are usually rare
- here i find myself suddenly seeing
gazing round this palatial potty, I could swear
these bathrooms were not made for peeing

see, your average water closet is, well, closet sized
and yet these could seat up to thirty
as though some hipster architect hip-ly devised
a place to clean up AND get dirty.

and the mirrors! the mirrors! they’re everywhere!
is that my reflection on the counter I’m seeing?!
gazing round this lavish lavatory, i’m fully aware
these bathrooms were not made for peeing.

right on the funny

wit is a wonderful rarity
prized by anyone smart
the ladies, they covet hilarity
and hilarious, thou art.

they’ll go after sense of humor
with more aggressive skill
than surgeons go after a tumor
and get you, oh they will.

i hope i am mistaken
but sadly, it’s always true
all the funnys are usually taken
and the funniest is you.

ossing-done.

this street has already reached its end
and most think it’s just beginning
the hipster-spots are no longer hip, my friend
and the suburbanites?

they’re winning.

the joy of text

we’re texting less
and i confess
that’s worrying to me
even though
i willed it so
i’m filled with misery.

is it you i miss?
or the mobile bliss
of giving and receiving
the joyous elation
of each notification
now my heart is grieving.

we’re texting less
and i’m a mess
what a tedious way to be
so i'll mourn the clever
but not forever –
there are plenty of thumbs in the sea.