one from the vaults

I found this poem when I was cleaning out my work files.  I wrote it in 2004 on my way home from an engineering conference I attended.  I'm not one to write poetry often...I remember this one just pouring out - I guess it was the only way I could really process it.

SAMPE 2004

men in suits stinking

they seem to never be thinking

can I lick you from freckle to freckle

you know I love speckles

conversations so perplexing

sex, tongues, and spankings

we laugh, smile and joke

but I go home up in smoke

- next time I’ll say something –

- next time I’ll do nothing –

I have taken off the tight pink shirt

given no invitation to flirt

since when does the band on my hand

mean I am the perfect one night stand

I wonder how else to say no

it’s inappropriate, disgusting, please go

without playing that age old game

the shuffle of subjective blame

- next time I’ll say nothing –

- next time I’ll do something –

I berate myself now

it’s my job to stop this somehow

there are many who follow behind me

I say it’s so great and tell them we’re free

ha! Look whose made a liar of me

please tell me this sort of thing is rare

it no longer happens anywhere

that you need to take a trip back in time

in order to understand mine

- next time I’ll say something –

- next time he’ll do nothing –