mild insecurities

earlier today,

I mentioned to a turtleneck peacock

at the McDonalds on 47th

that I liked the smell

of her perfume.

 

she looked at me

like an ER doctor

looks at a sucking

chest wound.

 

lately, I think

that because

of my brash nature,

sometimes,

my compliments sound

like people screaming

from the windows

of burning buildings.

 

I'd pray about it,

but I'm tired of God

judging me.

Author's Note

If you're not smiling....reread it.
Then, if you're not smiling
I can't help you.

Reviews

[Bertie]

I love this poem ! What a great little read ! I love the little images you have created, it's incredibly vivid, and humorous, but also has a sharp coppery tang with it which i cannot get enough of ! I can really say that this had made my day, thank you and well done ! :) x

[Emily B]

i like it

[Kenneth The Poet]

I laughed. I smiled. I am sick in the head.