Very Bad Poetry

Falling in love is easy,
like shaking your head yes
and climbing on that motorcycle like second nature,
and without a helmet,
on the hottest day of summer.
There is nothing else to do.
Nothing you'd rather do
but melt into this
like exhaust gas that becomes
a mirage.

Reflected in his mirror sunglasses are white teeth and
the sweat on your upper lip --
signs that say "let's ride."

I think I'm in love with
Jack Morgan.

Flora Grande has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Flora's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Flora's latest works: