Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Missed Connection – Sweaty In Union Square

You’re my missed connection –
            not once, but many times
In running shoes with bright, orange laces –
            a welcomed distraction for my mind.


Counting hours in the morning
            ‘til I might see your face –
Some savory eye candy
            in a hot ‘n’ sweaty place.


You’re my missed connection –
            not once, but many times
A mere smile and quick hello
            got me weak-kneed every time.


I had whole conversations
            sealed behind these grinning lips;
Couldn’t help but sit and wonder
            the taste of a first kiss.


You’re my missed connection –
            not once, but many times
Watching you workout –
            glad apodyopsis is not a crime.


Eyes locked and darted, dancing
            in mirrors around the room;
Body heat and pulse rising –
            enough to make me swoon.


You’re my missed connection –
            not once, but many times
I only wish I’d had the nerve
            to towel whip you from behind!

  


~kfu

Monday, December 30, 2013

Dried Petals Of Me

Souls met and melted snow one, bleak, cold winter.
My heart still sings from words and jokes remembered.
But, oh, what Time quickly dried and blew away –
Those buds that bloomed two, blissful weeks in May.

 

~kfu

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Dance Of the Dead


Sinking into a snare of

Spider spun cotton,

Contaminating my head,

Navigating the Dance Of the Dead

To the velvety ropes of the underground

Where snakes slither and play

With poison dripping from dagger-like fangs

Through a venomous IV

Meant to silence me.

 

 
~kfu

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

New Yuck City

“I’m off to New York City,”
Said the girl with big, green eyes.
“I’m tired of bed,
And people have said
The city’s alive all night!”


“I’m off to New York City,”
Said the girl with joy in her eyes.
“Where jazz plays in parks,
Drowning out little dogs’ barks,
And buildings launch through the sky!”


“I’m off to New York City,”
Said the girl with a glint in her eye.
“Where art’s splayed on streets,
And all the people you meet
Sound like international spies!”


“I’m off to New York City,”
Said the girl with a smile in her eyes.
“Where cupcake shops
Crème-fill my every sweet spot
‘Til a sugar rush shoots me high as a kite!”


“I’m back from New York City,”
Said the girl with sad, green eyes.
“Where everyone shoves past
Too furious and fast –
No attempt at acting polite.”


“I’m back from New York City,”
Said the girl with doleful eyes.
“Where sidewalks are piled
With garbage for miles,
Smelling like something died!”


“I’m back from New York City,”
Said the girl with a tear in her eye.
“Where homeless lay claim
To their street corners in shame
As tourists snap shots of their plight.”


“I’m back from New York City,”
Said the girl with fear in her eyes.
“Where dirty critters run amuck
‘Til the only thought that stuck
Was GET ME OUT OF NEW YUCK!”






~kfu

 

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Bookmarked

I opened a chapter.
You taught me to read.
Then, a book without words
Is all you left me.
I vowed to fill it
With words of my own.
But those pages lay empty
Years after you’ve gone.

 

 ~kfu

Monday, December 9, 2013

One Hour


If we shared only an hour,

            would it be okay?

Because I love another

            the other hours of the day.

 

 ~kfu

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Rapid Fire


Match flame set to wick.

Two fires ignite into one.

Quick is the stick spent

And the heat’s just begun.

 

~kfu

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Death

(A haiku collection)

Red light bleeds through snow
Covered sirens screaming
Murder in the night!

_

Shadows follow you
Down dark, side streets in the

Town where no one sleeps.

_

Lines in the ceiling
Plaster crack around her eyes

Showing signs of age.

 

~kfu