The color of crayons

Was it a planetary influence,
or my own 
behavior?
i evaded the question
somehow
having reached down underneath
my bed
and not having found
them,
i sat up scratching
my scalp
through mussed hair
searched in my closet, in my
dresser draws,
threw in, “Hey, mom, have you
seen them?”
for good measure.

Looked out the front door, what
was that on my
my dad’s 
car’s dashboard?
I ran out into sweltering
heat,
jumped over spoked obstacles
peered through curved 
glass,
there they were
“confusion now, the crayons
masterpiece”
the dashboard looked like 
our dining room table
with multi-colored 
tablecloth,
cleaned them up the best
i could
heard my dad’s voice,
“Let’s go for 
a ride!”

Gee, dad, your car looks great!
i stated while snapping in 
my seat belt,
he said, “Thanks!” as he turned 
the A/C on high…
blizzard blue, mellow yellow
and other 
assorted colors had melted 
into the vents,
i turned up the radio to quiet
the smell
one tattered piece of 
crayon paper
then another, flitted into
his lap
my dad’s speech nearly
burst my ears,
i got grounded for
a week.

 

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Fahrenheit 451

Our hearts ignited like two fiery particles

thrown off by the love we had for each other

Happened when our two bodies pressed hard

brought love making to a new level—Fahrenheit 451.

You activated my sensual senses, ignited my engine

I stimulated yours, got in your body and drove you fast

An unspecified amount of time passed as we hung tight

rocked and rolled all night, we both melted inside.

We had reached a luminous phenomenon, sparks flew; eyes glowed

triggered a chain reaction like a storm does to a high tension wire

Put us into further sexual motions, actuated our circuits

our love making was so extreme everything in the room started to burn.

It was so intense I had to install a spark arrester on the bed

but that didn’t stop me from caressing your celestial body

Made me so hot, there was continued sexual activity and growth

flammable effluences discharged when I exploded.

 

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