Monsoon

Wet, you.

Oppressive, you.
Humid, you.

The smell,

…you.

BFM

Best Wishes

I wish you could see me. Now.

But you never did, I wasn’t metric enough;

too weighty on the air side.

B.F.M.

Cistern

Cut glass distorts your eyes and my seeing. We continue on, as if the cistern hadn't been rotated and filled with ice. We practiced — okay and fine; two amateur ping pong players in a polite warmup.

B.F.M.

Not Me

Who’d a thought

a broken down mule

would find a home

in tender arms?

B.F.M.

Misunderstandings

Air, heavy as language 
carved from a quarry
falling on a big toe.

You walk away.

B.F.M.

Molotov

I know fondness, desire, coupling, 

jealousy, abandonment, fear, 

a blundered icy cocktail 

with a warm and fuzzy back burn.

B.F.M.

Cookies in Action

Beautiful mature women

looking for honest,

wealthy man. 

Click Now it’s OurTime,

before gout sets in.

B.F.M.