Poetry

Dear Doctor DIY homotherapy kitten, 

Your Don Juan ways
molesting my emotions
are no longer welcomed
in this golden temple
of outspoken, introverted
words of unheard-of wisdom.

Oh you may dream but its
so obviously promising
your lack of sincerty behind
evil smiles
illuminating eyes
despising my inside
sinister being! yet love reaches out
through cracks in your
well nourished up bringing
your out of the ordinary view
of contrasts between
this and that
here and there
do you know everything about me? 
What underwear do I wear?

Ay little madam thats curly haired man infested
with words endlessly flowing from unclean
fingernailed bitten that's ridden with ecstacy
of hopless romantic dreams

Tell me your next plan
or what you thought of last year
of me, in the past
you know, before I fast
out your lieing ways,
below the hays of
watering melows
we sing
you made me dance in your lime light
with lemons sour to the taste
yet in my mind you resonate
and thoughts of you are not haste

my dear sweet harrington bear
you say this and that
but you clearly do not care
and who am I to care
when a stranger you are
a time passer at best
in a time travelers car.

Love from, Portia.