Very Bad Archive
No Love No Oats
Robert Hawkins
I have no love.
Try to keep faith.
Having no love.
Yet through another day.
Knowing no love.
Dreams, desires the need.
Have no love.
Still young could happen.
Having love.
But she summarily took.
My jeans and car-keys.
Sitting here in my underwear.
Having no love.
A lonely note from her.
"Fixed You Some Oatmeal."
I have no love.
My ass is cold.
No way to sow my oats.
bobby
note;
Emily R.,,hot dang, wow,,on the zowie side of Texas.
You know that feeling? Sandwiched in between?
Emily you an I know.
That was not it.
Tween sheets?
On the floor?
Just slippery?
Hair tangled?
Lips spread?
Salinity?
Emily?
Your smile?
By your leave.
Sweet dreams.
Bobby
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: