Bookshelf

My words stand here

naked

in

front of you;

you wont look

no, you wont look.

I am

a

victim

and

a come on line;

if you remember me alone

would my face come to mind

naked

here

with

the

lights on.

Ugly girl be gone!

But

still

its been so long

sense last I saw you

boo-ho.

I am a trophy poet

that

you hang

on your bookshelf

to say

ha!

I run with the in crowd;

who ever knew you could shout so loud

(my daddy sure would be proud.)

My words stand here

beneath you

drag

and

drop

copy

and paste

me into your bookshelf

where I live in dust,

you still know what it is that I lust

for

tonight

while I bristle

nude

exposé;

you were rude

by the way.

I leave an everlasting taste in your mouth

or so you say

but you've lived

to

forget

my name again today.

My words stand here

alone

the

phone

call

went

dead.

You wanting more then your cigarette;

I learned long ago, never to forget.