Sestina for a Skank

What can I do to my skank
for a relatively reasonable rate?
I'm pretty sure she's super hot
and way too good for me
to waste any of her time.
I guess I better go.

She said I better go
for calling her a skank.
She got really irate
about it. I thought it was hot
because this all is kinda new for me,
anyway, that was last time.

She keeps looking at the time
like she wants me to go
away. She's such a skank,
standing there, trying to rate
my "performance". It's too hot.
This isn't right for me.

Looking up at me,
reminiscing on the "good times"
and begging me not to go,
she promises to be my skank
forever. At whatever rate
I please. I know she's in hot

water if she's saying I'm hot
and suddenly treating me
like this. Will I take the time
to help her out so she can go
away? This sly skank
that told me Bonnie Raitt

was stupid and is rated
too highly? It was hot
and I was weak. And me,
I had been planning all this time
to finally get out and go
away from this skank.

I rate this girl the only skank
that's hot enough to go
and make me waste my time.

A Walking Sonnet

What horrors my feet have walked upon in
summers and in winters just the same,
that I should dare not speak of where they've been
for fear that you will rightly go insane.
I'll tell you, some of these might well be sin
if I had knowledge of from where they came.
A piece of chewing gum and then its twin
and rusty fishing lours that had no names.
I guess I should suppose it's only right
that I be hit with all these punishments,
for being barefoot is not quite a sight
for sophisticated ladies and gents.
I will still walk nearly naked despite
all of the harmful things on the cement!

Pantoum for Woolf

Going up and down,
I see the mark
that has been there
for too long.

I see the mark
and it's a fuzz.
For too long
I have let it stay

'cause it's a fuzz.
It's harmless so
I have let it stay
up until today.

It's harmless so
now I"ll take it down.
Up until today
I was too scared.

Bad Ghazal

Truth can only be if you
believe you have a stronger voice.

The nightmare that still haunts me
is when my mother took my voice.

I always sway in the back though
I'm told I have the best voice.

Early at the apricot dawn,
I can still hear Charlie's voice.

Lillian Raymondi says faintly,
"Nicole, you are my voice."

Dark Night of the Soul: Ghazal

Lord Byron's biography quietly
whispered in my ear "The end is near."

Shortly after "Pomp and Circumstance"
I knew the end was near.

Restless hours, amplifying hearing
me. It might be ending here.

Lying on the floor, I see a spider
in its web, the end is near.

Phantom voices of my children
as the beep grows strong. The end is here.

Fun Repetition Exercise

I wish I had a buck or two
for every time I said I'll do
something tomorrow morning.

You treat me like a worn out shoe.
I wish I had a word or two
to say to you and get you back.

I should have stuck to him like glue
on the boulder by the swans.
My heart's missing a beat or two.