Poetry for the Hard of Hearing
Published on August 27, 2004 By Johnny Masuda In
in my dreams
and it happens a lot lately
she’s still the one
the mother of my children
the one who’s smile is like
the innocent joy of a 1000 kids
delighted with the wonder of
sprinklers and puppy dogs

in my dreams she still rubs
my feet and fills me in on the
politics of the office
she’d listen to the madness of grad
school theory and research
interested and patient

in my dreams I can see her dressed
in black lace and that cute hat and
ruby red lipstick
hair blowing in the breeze and the
wonder of sparkling like a gothic jewel
as we swayed to stevie nicks at Irvine

in my dreams she’s the only one

I still don't understand what I saw in that other woman’s
pussy

J. Masuda © 2004


Comments
on Aug 27, 2004
Another Good one J.
Finally got the link thing working so Hopefully the few people who read my occasional rants will stop by and comment.
I am seriously thinking about printing some of your stuff for the Starsux crowd. Heh heh! Depends on if work is done and
how beat down I feel. Since Labor day is for laboring!
on Aug 28, 2004
G. it's always good to know random acts of sabotage are appreciated. Wrong on the labor day. Here's the perscription. BBQ on the light side with all the fix'n. cold drinks till noon then those mint julips for a while followed by a bon fire and sipping whiskey. No laboring...
on Aug 28, 2004
Mmmm...A gothic Jewel. Your words touched me deep. I have been there before.
All of the afterward questions and emotion lingering like the smell of a clove cigarette or a bad cigar......
on Sep 08, 2004
razor sadness beautiful - evocative and well done
on May 25, 2006
I have to comment again - damned excellent - longing and loss. There's got to be better ways to get inspiration.