I keep thinkin about a
Dancer
She kinda reminds me
Of the one in elton’s
Song
Tiny like a snowflake
But moves like a
Wish
This tiny dancer has
Starlight in her breath
And holds jazz in her
Wings
I bury my face between
Her breasts
And find milk and honey
There
They say to sing is to pray
With sound
To dance is become
Lightening
To hold a dancer is to
Embrace fire
For M.M.E…
[+]Waiting for Superman
like lois lane, she sits
in a coffeehouse, eyes pensive
trying to find a happy ending
in a dime store novel
her hair is black as midnight
i ask her if i can sit down
she says," no thanks, i'm waiting for
superman "
she's waiting for the bus and
her eyes are holding the dawn
she grips her briefcase
like its the presidential football
i notice the swell of her breasts
her eyes could be my kryptonite
i make small talk
and her words are gold
but she says " i'm waiting for
superman"
even if i could detect her secrets
with x-ray vision, it would be futile
she is gone, though she sits next to me
i see the american flag flapping like a cape
in the wind
she's heading home, another lonely
night, she's " waiting for superman"
i've got swag like a football team
enough nerve to leap tall buildings
i make ordinary words extraordinary
i could love her like the world
was ending
but she'll sit at home again
waiting for superman
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Erren has published his work in Hiram Poetry Review,
Mudfish, Poetry Magazine (online), Ceremony,
Cactus Heart, Similar Peaks, Gloom Cupboard, Poetry Salzburg
and other publications. He is also the author of the chapbook, "
Disturbing The Peace," from Night Ballet Press.
He received his B.A. from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge.
