Triolet

June 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

Try-oh-let or tree-oh-lay?
Try-oh-lay or tree-oh-let?
I still toy with how to say
Try-oh-let (or tree-oh-lay).
I’ll settle for one way someday,
But I don’t think I’ll choose just yet:
Try-oh-let or tree-oh-lay?
Try-oh-lay or tree-oh-let?

© David Dauz, 2013

Things to Never Say Out Loud #29

June 24, 2013 § 1 Comment

How can
I tell her
I still have
feelings for her

arse?

© David Dauz, 2013

Haiku: Cricket

June 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

hello, Cricket!
now stay there,
far from me.

© David Dauz, 2013

Feeling Glum

January 11, 2013 § Leave a comment

some nights
I lie
facedown
on the floor

waiting
for it
to swallow me
whole

© David Dauz, 2013

First Kiss

November 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

she and you
side by side
realize
that your heads
have never been
this close before.

the smile
of a night out
fades out
as her eyes
close
and her lips
open

© David Dauz, 2012

Me, Myself, and I: A Romance in Grammar

November 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

I talk to You
but You don’t talk to I;
You talk to Me

You talk to Me,
but Me can’t talk back;
Me can’t talk.

Me cannot talk to You,
Me cannot smile at You,
Me cannot even look Your way,
but I do.

I love You,
but You don’t love I;
You love Me.

I ask Myself why
This should be,
but Myself cannot reply,
only I.

can’t You see
that You and I could be a We?
but You don’t want to be with I;
You want to be with Me,

and You and Me
could only be an Us,
and Us could not do the things
We could.

We could love Each Other
We could live together
We could raise little Him’s and little Her’s
to be He’s and She’s.

We could be a perfect plural
but Us cannot do these things;
Us cannot do.

You and I could be a We,
but You don’t want to be with I
You want to be with Me,
talk to Me,
waste your love on Me

I ask Myself why
This should be,
but Myself cannot reply,
only I.

can’t You see?

© David Dauz, 2012

Prague

November 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

There was a young lady from Prague
Who held a soirée in the fague;
She was hoping to kiss
An old friend in the mist,
But she mist, and she kist her friend’s dague.

© David Dauz, 2012