Christian W. Thiede




So They Dated

He had thin dangerous lips 
and a two-faced smile that crept 
into his mutable eyes. 
Eyes that hissed 
as sticks of dynamite 
ready to blow 
like a birthday wish. 
He knew karate 
could break noses 
and did. 
She ticked clock-like 
clerically creativelessly 
was scholastically bright 
and so nice in a 
bovine sort of way. 
He would verbally prod 
her just to hear her "moo."
She could have an orgasm 
even-breathed 
without uttering 
a sound or shutter. 
Together they tasted like vinegar. 
So they dated.





Pinocchio

She had an orgasm 
the size of a blue whale 
and like Pinocchio 
I stuck my distended 
lying nose 
in that cavern 
while her ocean waves 
washed and beat 
the sandy truth 
out of me. 
Only after becoming unswollen 
could I be swallowed up 
and swim through 
that ribbed part of her 
past her defenses 
which led into the tender 
heart of her soul.





Haunted

Lights turned off 
Blinds adjusted open 
Horizontal moon-lit view 
Bleached muted colors 
Shadow brushed buildings 
Ghost whisper windows 
Eerie echo doorways 
Lingering hung memories 
    Of you 
    Of us 

If I could only breathe 
    Deep enough 
    Hard enough 
    Long enough 
Maybe your specter would solidify 
    Just enough 
To unempty these useless arms 
Suffer a tasty kiss 
Smell your sex-stained hair 
Before the chill currents 
Of the great river 
Sweep you away 
Back to another time