43. "overall girl: isn't that how it starts" In response to In response to 0
she was sitting at a picnic table she wore overalls and she struck me as exceptional. she pulled me in like a wind tunnel spoke like a matter of fact battering ram and her smile sang songs of wow.
see, i don’t talk about girls too much like this but first impressions don’t often leave me far from speechless and this may be romanticized but isn’t that how romance starts an electric slide of the heart beating to beat the band
a brush of her hand when yr too close for discomfort a brand spankin new canvas that u can’t color by numbers
and so i stumbled like a stammer i made it all up on the spot i don’t know whether she cared or not but i felt words about new futures just aching to spill out
time to chill out must breathe in
original sin dripping off of her like liquid laughter and i don’t know what i’m after or even where she’s at but i’m happy to have even half of the brand of musish music she’s plunked out on the keys to my heart-to-heart talkbox.
in short she rocks like stones rolling like sex pistols like the who who is she to shake me into bliss even my acquired west coast sensibilities never gave me the abilities to handle aftershocks like this.
she rocks like kiss planted on cheek i am knocked into next weak in the knees. she’s just sitting there an overall good woman looking good in overalls
i need an overhaul a revision a second opinion a remix
my coming apart at what it seems may not be for the squeamish
but i mean this. i do. i can’t help it. she was a love poem at first sight and i had to run home and tell it.
and that’s why i let her do this to me. it’s outward praise of inner beauty. it’s a chance to express the bashfully unmentionable. and i do it because she sat at a picnic table she wore overalls and she was exceptional.
----- "You Sensitive Bastard", Rob Sturma's latest book of poems, is available directly from the author. It's a pretty book with a real ISBN number and everything.