An Urgent Request for Agent M

My dear friend Agent M
What have you been doing
We sent you on a mission
Instead, are you canoodling?

E and I are worried
You should be more efficient
And use your torture methods
Instead of becoming conditiant

If you don’t find out
We may have to send some backup
Not saying he’s the culprit
But not saying he won’t be jacked up

My dear friend Agent M
My spy device has been dead for days
Please update me on your life
And be calm and see through the haze

A Year: Abridged – Unlocked

I think of red balloons, whenever I’m with you
I don’t know why, I never have experienced them with you
I think of the masking tape, stuck beside my bed
Of hitchhiking the galaxy, with you walking beside my tread
Our many battles fought in the final destination
Who would have thought that Peach could beat Kirby’s commendation? ;)
Ambling walks of fate, with no destination in mind
Discovering new vistas of the beautiful or ugly kind
A hand to hold in movies, while we try to keep the focus
Such snarky comments ready, always say them in the locus
Cuddling on cold, cold nights, blissful as can be
Snuggling a cat or scarf when you’re not where I can see
Weird looks across the orchestra, not caring if we’re seen
Sneaking around camp so information isn’t gleaned
But then again it wasn’t bad when most cohorts found out
I admit my glee when I could flout my happiness about
Milkshakes, burgers, stir fry. And dancing in the kitchen
When I was doing dishes, you always offering to pitch in
So many things I think about when I think about you
I know I’ll always add to this, whatever, I choose you!

Dedicated to ClassyMan and our 1 year of togetherness!

My Sailboat’s in the Centerfold

My calendar has told me
This month is sailboat themed
I know this from the picture
Recreational is what it seemed
A whale tail in the foreground
But it is the G rated kind
Wouldn’t want my calendar
To of a pinup one remind
Literally a boat
With stripes and sails and flag
How dare you imagine otherwise
For that I wouldn’t brag!

Cartwheeling in the Dark

One night as I am wandering
I saunter wildly pondering
If anyone would stare
If I cartwheeled through the air
And then I wonder why I’m confined
From all this freedom in my mind
I should simply take the risk
Not just shaken, stirred with a whisk
Am I the existential whale
Trying to make sense of the pail
Or am I the flowerpot
Coming to terms with what I’ve got
Either way I’ve go to do
This cartwheel, now I’ve got the clue
So cartwheel will I now, this day
And mold existence like its clay