So it's been a while. Don't know what to call this yet.
As usual, this has been edited very little if any.
The reading tempo should be quick.

She reminded me that there are

Beautiful women out there and

Finding them is as simple as saying

Would like to meet me for drinks

At molly’s at seven thirty?

She also reminded me that

You have to piss with the peeter

God gave you and sometimes that

Is not a peeter at all.

Have I introduced you to my St. Peter?

He watches over my pearly gates.

I’ve pushed more peeter more sweeter

More completer than any peeter pusher

You ever met, fuck all those other guys,

Andrew

Bartholomew

James the Elder

James the Younger

John

Jude

Judas

Matthew

Phillip

Simon and

Thomas

I met you for the new Bond flick

At 6:15, I was late on account of the state

Of my hair, intransigent.

It said Fuck you Jeremy and your

Plans for making me look nice.

I am tired of remaining smashed

Under a hard hat unseen.

Unseen I wish I could have remained

As I said hello to that red bearded spectre

From my past while he stood in the movie

Theatre mens room peeter in hand.

I’ve got to hand it to you red beard,

You’ve improved, I talked a lot of shit

But I always thought you had the potential

To be the third good mate, sounds like

You’re close.

Close, get close, don’t the blue eyes

Scare you off, logically you know she wants the

Lip to lip, hence all the exploratory arm touch

Awkward close posture rigamorol.

When lips hit lips I let the thought quit.

Feels good, feels nice, do it again,

Once, twice, thrice until the credits roll

Then get it back under control

Out of the darkness, into the light.

Let the door slam on Hope

Then talk awkwardly for a second

Re-inviting her presence into your life

With Sydnee as bystander to the social samba.

After the drive back you awkwardly

Debated what should happen next and

Bravely decided to invite me in.

I’m glad because that means I got to

Watch that thing wiggle up the steps.

What a monument to the skill of the immortal

Architect, heart shaped, plump, ivory, pliable

Marble masterpiece.

(yes this line is about your ass.)

At the top you remarked on how hard I was to reach,

Too tall for easy access, don’t worry, I’ll come to

I want this too.

On the couch you remark on how it makes

You slouch, but no matter I just want to lean in

And get close.

The ladies at work say no no no this

Can’t work, watch out for sailors, they’re

Trouble and he might be gay. But you checked

With my St. Peter and he is totally buying

The gospel you be preaching.

Thus instigated my hands get motivated

But you stopped me and stated, I’m not

Going to fuck you. I don’t miss a beat

Saying I’m not going to fuck you either

And it takes two to tango.

Those that fuck on the second date

Are either heart breakers or get heart broken

And there is something wrong with both

Until now unspoken.

Lack of love for self or love for others

And we have neither.

And now despite that ass too much time

Has passed and I must leave you in the

Grace and mercy of our lord.

Please excuse the popcorn that fell on the floor.

Some would say this poem is over

But I think there is always more.