Saturday's Poetry Fever

Clouds

In the dark father lights

A cigarette to blow his smoke

Out the bedroom window
Into clouds, but night
Has already fallen
And his thoughts lose
Their way.

 

How to Make a Lie Beautiful

Say you love her

Again, again, and

Again,

 

Everyday

For the rest

Of her life.

Then you will

Mean it.

P.S.: Completing two poems in one day is a rarity.

On a Saturday Night

 

You have no one to blind you

With love. Which is a good thing

I am sure.

 

Too good to be true: A re-run

Of an old movie you have always wanted

To watch, but never get to

Because you have no one you want

To watch with.

 

You know Saturday is just the start

Of another weekend, nothing

To throw yourself into wet pillow

About. Except of course, you miss

A pillow fight. The one that

Sparks laughter before

Stealing titbits of soft

Intimacy.