Poem: Miss Anonymous

Miss Anonymous, where should I begin?
If I was to define my taste for you,
it would be a hint of lust for love seems artificial.
I'd rather get it right the first time, because seconds appear sloppy.
Leftovers are depleted rather quickly.

Miss Anonymous, we meet again!
I'm a foot closer than I was a minute ago.
From a distance, your imperfections are flawless.
It should be against the law for you to be this gorgeous.
But your a criminal, a rouge in disguise.
Correction: your a blessing - A second guess would be a sin.
A lesson is learned. History shall not repeat itself.
If you can't mirror me then maybe we are not to be...
but...

Damn!

Miss Anonymous, we're near the end.
I wish to know the origins of your heart.
Can we exchange literature before this chapter closes?
Through your lane, I obtain fragments of your contents.

A step closer
Into the origin of our future.

Seconds pass...
There is an invasion in comfort.
And through the silence, I know where to begin.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

Poem: A.D.I.D.A.S.

All day I, dream about...
All day I, dream about...
RETAIL!
Because sex sells
And I could never foretell the consequences of foreplay.
Expiration defines my sober days.

Retail was a crafty mistress.
From our first encounter, she analyzed my thoughts.
Inhaling my dictionary to revise her vocabulary,
No one warned me of her bilingual history.
She was fluent in body language.
... Oh, how quickly she arrested my attention!
I lust for her assets with no regrets
thus begins the abuse of my interests.

Love is blind, yet lust coordinates you towards a goal.
Investment became vital to support my procreation.
She holds the highest position in my company.
Oooooh how misery loves company - I'm miserable without her.
And time heals all - not sure if I'm included...
because time away from her would cost a heavy fine.
I've parked my fucking heart into a harlot.

Soon, that subject becomes an object.
An object becomes obsession.
Slowly, I lose sight of reality.
Retail clouds my memory.
All day I dream about...
All Day I Dream About...
... Sex