I'm untelligent. But you already know that.
The Penultimate Woman
Kidding! Not second best.
Catch and Release just enough to keep
Poet. You'll know I'm keen when I feverishly pen what might, conceivably, maybe, resemble poetry.
I want to partner; what about you, partner?
Fit and fun! I exorcise every day!
I'm into simple pleasures, like a James Brown guitar riff,
And not so simple pleasures, like the man in my life.
A quintessential mix of fragile and strong
Would we get along?
Perhaps, if you are emotionally and physically affectionate,
And if you own your own, shall we say, human failings,
And if you prefer questions over conclusions,
And, I must say it, if you are very witty, and love to laugh, a lot,
And if you are easy to be with,
And if you want one woman to love, completely.
I could go on.
Or, scratch all that and just think, Harry Shearer.
Now, I’m a sweet and simple-minded woman. Take the following as case in point:
I may not know
All I can be
But I do know
Are you able and willing to take the wheel? I need a brake.
Chain, chain, chains...chains of...Passing Zone
Ramp to Hell or High Water?
To all non-policing men. Approach the vehicle and write your own ticket.
So this is where the rubber meets the road:
I don't wanna be your vehicle, unless I be your destination.
Did you take that quick exit? If so, have an easy drive home.
If not, let's go on a no-pressure first date. Skip now to "First Date" and see if you like the idea.
Let me think.
How about these testimonials*
Something so elegantly sensual about you.
Complex (hey, wait a minute. what I said was, TOO complex)
Clever and edgy.
You my dear are a 10.
Self-admiring obscurantism. (so you say)
*These testimonials are about a profile, not a person, and were written by some loser named Madison Avenue.
Pedestal Rap Trap
Don’t wanna be no angel!
That would be fatal!
Wings are for the Bird that flies free
Like angels can never be.
Alas, another ditty
Maybe we match up spiritually...
I used to believe in reincarnation, but that was before climate change.
I revere Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping.
I traveled with the full-night transit of the Southern Cross, from a beach on Lizard Island, Great Barrier Reef, 1987.
I bear the pattern of Orion's Belt on my abdomen, naturally inscribed, I think when I unrolled sometime very early on, proof positive I'm made of stardust.
To continue (more's the pity), you might be interested to know I once got a
Compliment from a MAN!
He said, "Wouldn't ----- be a really FUN wife!"
and I would say this about marriage: I believe in the possibility. How about you?
Now, what to do while searching for the haystack needle?
which reminds me of the slim volume of poetry I once wrote entitled, "Five Years In Bed With The Same Woman".
Take the road that stretches out before you. You know the way; you drew the map. They'll be the winding ways and the climb up hill, and down, and then see the smooth stretch before you, the S-curve, the u-turn, your choice but try to avoid the dead-end, and you go further, you simply continue because you remember you can keep going if only you keep going, so you do, keep going, and it'll take as long as it takes, and you'll know you are exactly where you want to be, you can see the horizon, the expanse of endless sky and you, you, ah, you, wait I'll remember, just a sec, got it, yes, this is where you park it. I'll meet you there. Then, we'll switch metaphors and fly to the moon.
Or coffee would be good.