Well, here we are at the halfway point! Here’s something a little light-hearted to brighten your day.
Keep your heads up!
Dating Post-11/8, or Really Post-1/20
— I’ve traveled on pages & planes, instead of cars, prefer buses and trains, don’t mind beaches, but breathe in the mountains
— City mouse (or rat, if you find those turtles i trained)
— Haunt museum galleries like Gaugin’s girlfriend’s ghost
— Speak a French so fluent you’ll be flummoxed, an Italian so rusty you might want a tetanus shot
— Beast in the kitchen, but not like the destructive type, just cook like a self-taught monster (no cuisine is too intimidating, no high-skill-needin’ recipe is gonna scare me!)
— Read so voraciously trees live in fear
— Geek out so much you’ll want to stay in
— Such a talent for being goofy Disney filed a lawsuit
— So patient I could never be a doctor; so laid back, in college they’d called me The Recliner
— Wanna try something new? Let’s try it twice because the first time we’ll just be figuring it out.
— I use my lightsaber umbrella to protect my Captain America sweatshirt & Harry Potter house pants from getting wet; when it snows, my Arsenal scarf keeps my neck warm and my Avengers beanie beats back frostbite on my earlobes, which I use in all conditions because I’m a good listener.
— With fanboy boxers like mine, our sex life could only be lots of fun
I’m looking for:
the Lily to my Marshall, Mara to my Luke, the Beckett to my Castle. Let’s be goofy, travel, drink lots of wine & talk until pinks & oranges fill the sky from the east. Let’s have arguments that we both win & lose, & have fun making up. Let’s compromise! Let’s share little moments & stumble upon milestones! Let’s do new stuff, & share old faves. Let’s go to midnight premieres & comic cons & wine tastings & Shakesbeer pub crawls & free shows in the park & MoMA (lots of MoMa) & The Met & Paris & London & Dakar & Tokyo & Sydney & Casablanca…
Rest assured I did not vote for the cheeto-in-chief, the so-called un-president, the off-key Trumpet.
You should message me if:
You want to #Resist together.
© David Siller – 2017
For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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