Rain and Cherry Blossoms

I went for a walk

in the cherry blossoms and rain.

My jeans are soaked through,

my toes are stained red from my shoes.

I could hear the pat-pat-pat

of the heavy raindrops

falling on my jacket hood.

I'd stop at a street light,

the rain would stop too.

As soon as I started walking again,

the rain would start falling again,

as if there were some connection

between how fast I was walking

and how fast the rain was falling.

This is How to Write a Thesis

Get a cold coffee from the bearded lady
Turn off the internet
Chain yourself to the computer
Haunt the library's halls.

This is how to write a thesis
Confine yourself to a well-lit hole
Sit there, drinking luke-warm coffee
For days on end
Until the damn thing writes itself.

A Poem About the Cute Tea Bar Boy

Nose curls upwards

sideburns

dark hair and manicured eyebrows

white business shirt

and apron tied about his waist

big sad deep-set eyes

And I've got my tits out for him

try to catch his eye when he walks past,

chewing my lip and sitting up straight

I like his waist - the apron accentuates the sliim line of his torso

something about the sweet aroma of tea

and he brings me tasty things to eat

There should be more topless waiters in this world

I'd buy so many more drinks

as long as they weren't hairy

nor shiny and oiled.

just naturally smooth

or slight downy fur

slightly muscled but not popping

and not too skinny either

but no extra fat

no skin rolls or moobs.