First date Dramas

At the end of a long dusty bar, you hope you have the right address.
You know you do when you see me, chatting away to a few strangers, I’m wearing jeans with a flowery pattern, and a Hawaiian shirt.

You walk towards me carrying a basket, on your arm. And tap me on the shoulder “Hey, I thought we were going on a picnic?”.

I turn looking at you and the basket. “I thought you weren’t going to show” I reply “what is in the basket, by the way?”


what is up, what i down,

can I call it “us” when you are not around?

It makes me sad, angry and mad,

I don’t know what it is,

but it is, what it is.

morning coffee

yeah i can picture  now i wake up after a night with you, coffee in hand, and you are down stairs, I can seee you from the balcony of the second floor, and youare in your underware, folding washing, like a good girl, bending over to place things in piles and upstraight to fold tits full in your bra.