Desperation

Before you smoked menthol,
you weren't addicted,
but rather in love.
Now, after having ashed
the last of your affection
and disregarding the
now empty pack
in which it came,
you search for
a stranger to hold you
over. Hoping they will
share your tastes,
but you'd settle
for menthol.

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still working on getting this right.
Post your interpretations in the comments
so I can see if it reads the way I hope.

Commentary

I'm not much for suspense so I threw it all at once rather than posting day by day. Some of it I like more than others, but I figured that perhaps putting it out would get the creative juices flowing. We'll see how it turns out. ;)

Selfish

Refusing to say I am right
for you, my selfishness continues
to leave me
wondering. Realism speaks to me
as a shoulder's whisper, yet
curiosity leads my actions.
Excused as good
intentions, I aim to raise
questions simply to see
the response, or perhaps
in hopes of self reassurance.

Garlic

When by day's end
garlic floods my nose,
memories swarm my dreams.
Busy in the kitchen,
be it cakes or fish,
we work under
the adult eye, waiting
for time alone.
Meanwhile we gaze at
each other and exchange
innocent embraces.
Once the house slept,
we stayed in the kitchen,
held close,
making up
for lost time.

"Hello"

Today's weather rests
in the smile of a stranger.
Cloudy skies fade
as the old lady with
and ipod connects with me
through a friendly smirk.
Drenched grass waves
happily when my greeting
returns home.

Chewing the Fat

I tire of the sound of my thoughts.
Redundancy in my tone raise personal
concern of overly dramatic reenactments,
yet the crowds cheers. Embellishing delivers
applause, yet writing the words calls for shots
of whiskey. I watch those with no self criticism
and only strengthen my own. These told stories
rank the pecking order, but solve nothing.

Rebecca

Why some names stick is beyond me.
She was an exception to the room.
While the crowd ran rich with long
flowing hair and exposed flesh, she
observed in silence, between smoke
filled breaths, waiting for me to make
my approach. Meanwhile, I circled,
eying her punk styled short black hair,
short skirt pulled over top of skin tight
slacks. Took some time but eventually
years of humiliation were pushed aside,
for her I was willing to dance. Hands
intertwined as her body moved with mine.
The night grew tired and finally to an end.
Wishful hopes of future encounters
appeared promising, yet now she is but a
memory.