Poems by Me, Jordan

Sylvia-- sometimes
I think: what would
I do if you weren't
here?
Then I stop
thinking about it.

When you left I said,
"Crying is for babies."
So I acted
Like a man.

Sylvia-- your
Hair curls
Like some
Nice, curly,
Twisty thing.

Write me a poem,
she said, then
I'll break your heart.
Deal?
Or no deal?

Love is serious
business. All
transactions final.

"I'll never
love another,"
he said,
lying to himself.

He leaned in
For a kiss
She leaned in
For the salt shaker.

"You are so
sweet and loveable,"
she said.
"You remind me
of my dog."

You are as
beautiful as
a flower
and as
promiscuous.

I want to
know you biblically
Let's read
the Bible
together.

My heart
is in
your hands.
Slimy,
isn't it?

Love is a puzzle--
What's a twelve letter word for
Unbearable pain?

Act XIII: Livin la vida pena
By Partners in Rhyme

Morning
The end of night
The beginning of the end
Of love, of hate
Of you and me
I awaken.
Sun shines
Eyes open
Heart breaks.
Maria!
Where?
Why?
Who?
Him.
I can smell him
He smells of pine
Pining
An odor that reeks of loneliness
Reeks of hurt
Reeks of sorrow
Reeks of--
Arthur!
That son of a bitch
My hatred seeths
Like a wolf
Like a tundra
Ay curumba!
Has he no shame?
Revenge -- I must have it
Triumph -- I must seize it
Breakfast -- I must grab it on my way out
To nourish my body for war!
A war of the heart!
I carry cupid's deathly arrow!
Venus' painful fire!
One of those sticks with a blade at the end -- you know the one...
The spear of vengeance!
I pack my satchel and go
I find myself at JFK
Running through crowds
Until I spot you--
You!
All full of evil
All full of spite
All full of awful!
Your sparkling blue eyes
And chiseled physique!
I don't know what Maria sees in you!
Fasten your seatbelt
We're in for some turbulence
Arthur, prepare to meet your maker.
Make her.
Her!
Maria!
I see her at the Tasti D-Lite
And I am overcome with
Lust -- when I behold her face
Longing -- when I behold her bussoms
Desire -- also when I behold her bussoms
Hunger -- when I see the Tasti D-Lite
Hold me, Maria!
Ease my pain
Ease my shame
Come home and make me Easy Mac
The way you used to
No one makes it like you
(It's the cheesiest)
Our eyes lock
And the clouds open
I say: Maria. No te vayas.
Senor, she replies, adios.

End.

ACT XII: Twelve is the lonliest number

ACT XII: Twelve is the lonliest number
By Partners in Rhyme

Thought clouds above your head
Thunder clouds above my heart
It's a cumulo-nimbus gone awry
Rye. Rye bread. You never liked wheat
You preferred white -- why?
Yes, why?
Why did you prefer hate to love?
Why did you prefer Arthur to me?
And why didn't you bring your spectacles
On your long journey to Peru?
Questions without answers
Ends without beginnings
Brooms without handles
Sons without their father's love
Daddy?
I remember the night when I came home
Whiskey on my breath and
Pena en mi corason
Ay dios mio!
I am thrown to the wall
And he is there--
Big, mean, terrible
Like a hurricane
Like a volcano
Like a size 36 belt--
I awake in a cold sweat
Father is gone
I am alone
With only my thoughts for company
Some company they are!
I fear this is the end...
But it is only the beginning.

End.