too many sad poems
they tell me i write too
many sad poems
there has to be something
on this planet that makes
you happy
i laugh and tell her all
those things are now
inappropriate in these
times
i would be a creep if i
asked what color panties
are you wearing and do
you mind if i have a sniff
i heard laughter and i
quickly told her that’s
a bad sign
in the old days i would
take that as a sign to get
even dirtier
now, i think you think
i’m just being funny
silence
and then she says
black lace and sniff
all you want
i laughed
and told her here
comes a happy
poem