Least Read Poems About Dating

My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...

Oh, sleep, your mistress, I see she’s won,  
While I sit here, the NEGLECTED one.  
Drooling on pillows, what a display—  
Is this your idea of foreplay?  

You pick your bed, so soft, so still,  
While I bring fire, excitement, and thrill.  
But no, you snore like a lumbering beast,  
Ignoring the fact I’m the real feast.  

Dream on, genius, enjoy your rest,  
Because clearly, effort’s not your best.  
I could’ve been laughing, dazzling, divine,  
But no—your loyalty dies with bedtime.  

Next time I call, and you...

Vale Paradiso

The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails 
as the ship wanders between water vales 
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew 
when the storm persists, knowing a small 
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick 
In my ignorance, I look at the map that 
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles 
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome 
will not make it that...

When a whore house was fun

I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter  and dance
The girls liked young  sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride,...