Sleeping Together

I’d praise how ¬†our bodies perfectly entwine,

if this were some romantic verse. It isn’t.

It’s the cruder modern kind in which

your bony elbow jabs me in the ribcage,

your razor toenails scrape my naked calves,

and your hard cock that gave me pleasure before

kind of annoys me now that I want to sleep,

but when you roll over, you take all the covers with you,

leaving me cold.

Like us, that story’s old.

In my fantasies, you’re someone who

doesn’t concuss me with flailing arms or keep

me awake some nights with raucous snores,

but in reality, that’s not even half–

the book would have at least a hundred pages.

The sex is fine, but sleeping with you’s a bitch.

Yet my love, my love, is still consistent:

I wrote you this poem, and it even rhymes.

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

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Against the Law

“New Research Shocks Scientists: Human Emotion Physically Shapes Reality”–headline from the Enlightened Consciousness website

 

Though lacking the patience for methodical proofs,

any poet could have told them what the shaken

scientists found: Emotions defy the laws of physics,

shoving their hands down inside our genes

to make us writhe and dance; emotions seduce us,

drag us into bed and fuck us over, but it’s reality

that wakes us up with chainsaw snores

or rancid morning breath.

 

Copyright 2017

T. Allen Culpepper

 

If Only It Were That Simple

So in this magazine interview, rapper Angel Haze

claims sexual orientation’s like having a favorite color.

(Don’t feel blue; it’s not easy being green.)

And goes on to say, “I should be able to do

whatever and whoever I want at any given time.”

 

Now I rather like the favorite-color analogy

(though maybe it works best with a complex color like purple),

and I’m all about following your instincts where they lead you,

and parties not involved minding their own business,

but she’s twenty-two and her words reveal

 

equal parts fierceness and naiveté:

At more than twice her age, I’ve finally learned the lesson

that when you’re in the mood, whatever costs too much

and the whoever that you fancy at the moment,

not knowing or not caring, is out with someone else.

 

Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper