[L.E. Leone's Dating Poems sequence continues!]
Something tells me you
are full of yourself, something
else: now who the hell else
would he be full of?
Planetarium eyes, I want you, want
to watch, gaze, listen, I’m afraid
They say that, musically, you sink
every ship you step into
I say, hey, let’s build one
out of banjos and milk cartons!
You say you don’t dream
No problem! I dream
for both of us, jangle plink
plink toc toc
I could take it as a compliment I
suppose that men would have heart
attacks and car accidents on their way
to see me. Or:
I could date younger men.
Without drinking problems.
No, I don’t need a note
from your cardiologist, I believe
you. Belief, big man, is not