His Angst Regarding Claire

You were unaware

Of the glare

Of her stare.

Said she didn’t care

For your lair

Or your hair

Or what you wear

Or the air

Inside your Corvair.

Played Truth or Dare

Without much flair.

Shaved her legs with Nair.

Slept with a teddy bear.

For Christmas asked for a mare.

Wanted to ride bareback.

Liked to blare

The recordings of Cher.

It hardly seemed fair.

She would not even share

Her autograph of Tony Blair

Or Dr. Kildare.

Was stubborn with the pears

She kept by the stairs.

Frequented threadbare soothsayers.

And once put a tear

In your snare.

So you said a prayer

For her err

Even though it was rare

For you to despair.

Perhaps you were too square

To be a part of this pair?

Au contraire.

 

 

Reviews

[Philip Gaber]

Thanks for the read and the comment mni. Appreciate it.

[mnicorata]

I enjoyed this poem a lot, a lot of love and heartbreak all rolled into a great choosing of words.

[Philip Gaber]

More of a composit . Thank you so much, Michael.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Philip I am so glad you are back. It’s a joy to read you. Perhaps one should not ask a poet this, but if you don’t mind sharing, was this a real woman once in your life?