Roger M. Jones Poetry Contest | aubrey ann parker

Quite a history have we.

Two years: It took two years For you to force your eyes meet mine. They’re the same color;

Oh, and don’t forget the over-priced bangle jewels Strewn loose about our necks Which came to us from drug-trafficking diamond-dealers in the Congo

Strike again; click click, no use. Teasing, tantalizing sinews billow through the interim dark It will take one more; one last drag

she quacks at those who walk by. he keeps close to her side.

And without shoes. What a dirty hippy. He thinks that putting orange peels in his shoes will make them smell better.

I got lost in the cardiac center when I got off at the wrong bus stop. It was starting to freezing rain.

He said he liked waking up to her face. She asked him if He was scared.

Just Like Athena from Zeus, you could say that She came from his head.