SUNDAES AT THE BAR

Incongruous as it seems
like teenagers at a malt-shop.
We indulge in ice creams
that brings the night to a stop.

Vanilla and Chocolate and all
with silent eyes bound.
In a bar serving alcohol
not noticing all around.

A table for two, just met
a dessert with varied flavors.
Tempus fugit and yet
a memory to savor.

Good Karma I feel
for my new friend.
My emotions, I cannot conceal
and wait once again:
Sundaes at the bar.

TPuma/MMXIII

MAYBE

Come to think of it.

Do you really like me?

Am I reading too much into this?

Will you write my Eulogy?

I want you to get to know me.

Write me a poem.

Yes, I am too emotional.

Do you think so?

I want to hang-out with you.

Yes, I’ll write a poem about you.

Will you sleep with me?

See, that wasn’t so bad.

What's that?/bastard.

I never want to see you again.

I think.

Maybe.

NO.

Come back.

I love you.

©TPuma/MMXIII

A SHAKESPEAREAN TYPO

Oh, gourmand fingers that doth mar my words
with ill-formed twins of consonants and vowels.

To discourage and disparage my inner-thoughts
rendered in script ,where I do proclaim to all
my humours and scowls.

Where-for such script is read and dwelt upon
as writ by one whose mind did outpace dexterity.

To they that know me too- well
I will correct these rude letters, and so
espouse my heart merrily.

©TPuma/MMXIII

JUMBLE

17-4-80-GSP.
A blur of signs and vehicles
and logo big-box stores
dredging up memories of
‘70’s subway signature graffiti
with Lucy in the Sky
as I drive-by
alert to fight or flight instinct
of side and front and rear views
vying for attention in
stress-street-wise maneuvers
where the reality of the moment
is rendered
in split-second
reactions
where my journey is meaningless
in this jumble of architecture and
machines and unseen humanity
destination is all;
My only respite
Blue-Law Sunday
you see;
I go to church in Paramus.


©TPuma/MMXIII

NEMO-2/9/13

Oh Snow Fairie Nemo
how you do sequester me.
For what am I to know
about this reverie.

The dawn that broke
in quiet solitude.
In what it did bespoke
of a landscape nude.

So, I squint in snow-white-sun
and marvel Nature’s way.
I count another blizzard done
and just enjoy the day.

©TPuma

ENTER

That gay bar I never entered,
so I fooled myself about myself
and all those inside and me outside
by inside myself alone and afraid
unsure and closeted (as they say)
to step outside myself
to step inside the gay bar
to admit to myself and be OUT
and true to my inside feelings
that those outside
will see and say
you are gay --
When did this happen?
When did you know?
When did you come out?
How do you feel now,
I mean, inside. . .

©TPuma

YEAR OF THE SNAKE

ssh,ssh, snow for Tet.
Tit for Tat and all that.

Slither-in Year of Snake
quiet as a Wake.
With snow and ice as factors
with wet firecrackers.

Dragon I, who will fear (?)
This (unctuous) serpentine year (?)

Oh, Buddha:
What do you impart
for this inauspicious start (?)

Confucius say:
“Just face the day.”

Oh my Oriental friends
who by PC disdains that trend.
Who must be Asian by all means.
Of course this is easy for me,
I am a Rice Queen.

© TPuma/4711