First Date Conversation Topics

First Date Conversation Topics  

I was contemplating first date conversation topics

Taboos, bear traps, careful tread, upheavals,

Sanctuaries, pleasantries, common courtesies, meals

Shared over sweet breads that are not bread at all  

Glandular reactions, guttural permissions or denials

Cascading in the innate reaction to the first look upon a face, a body

An opportunity burgeoning or imploding within the possibility

Explained by ones penis or vagina reacting with the applause of blood flow 

Words, encyclopedic meandering sentences appearing out of crannies

Of pasts to volleyball conversations aloft to avoid the shattering dangers of silence

Exploding upon the table top into glances towards wallpaper or paint

On a ceiling to avoid the prolonged eye contact that lovers use  

Like Gatling gun ammunition barreling at each other for salvos of want

Burning each other alive with the desire of new found land

Staking claim for the evening like salivating canines ready

To have werewolf intercourse growling and furious

In Egyptian cotton high thread count sheets some hours from now  

Happiness momentary or life-long wrapping at the city

Like a broken levee prepared to enrapture the first story of every building

Hold back the water with such tiny turns of speech, realism, truisms, facts

 

Parrying fencing swords of attention to details overlooked in the pheromones

Of odor wandering off collars slipping into the octaves to earlobes

Tongues pressing over lips raunchy and mischievous

 

Like a sixth grade class watching the clock for recess  

Play time is different now, at this hour flinching in red rover

Broken by yard signs put out in history breaking the lines of defense

Like German planes blitzing London peppering metal  

Divorced, an eight year old daughter, fought like hell to be able to see here

Damned that to try to leave a town I have not been able to escape

Trying to deceive myself into believing in hope like thinking the wasps will not sting

If the chemicals concluded I was only passing through 

Depressed for more years than I can count, no pills, wavering doubts

Vagabond conscious I will always have myself, home is the breath in my mouth

Craving the occasional oblivion, wary of my own complications when staring beauty in the face, running away knowing the pace  

Has never set in sequence too fast, too slow, always off, always cold

To the summer, hot to the winter, sweating and shivering, stammering and inhibiting

Any measure of certainty, want to move on to what, to live where, to do what, to care

About whom, for how long, does it matter, is there a ledge to grab, a way to prepare  

Only flesh to stab with the questions of new nights exposing

First sights for a new face, the young victims of war games

I will always be weird inside, I will always be off

Love will never nest, broken eggs and smiles crest  

At angles compromised, weighted down by former lives

Assumption combustion by the date of demarcation

Then and after, craft the front of synthetic laughter

Courage for a daughter, to show her a well-adjusted father  

Another lie, another time, hearts are not muscle

Repair on its own, whatever happened, nothing but acting

Rise in the morning, commute, work, paycheck, storing

House in a town that killed me years ago  

Faces in a swimming pool drowned in the things I wish I never got to know

Friends are jesters with cattle prods shocking the water standing on logs

Giggling at my limp limbs floating in the deep end

No where to go just drinking the urine of the children staying afloat  

Pissing in fountains, wishing in cauldrons, deals with hags

Alcohol on porches and standing on double slabs

Metal, wood, concrete, insulation, glass, paint, epoxy, castration

Scrambled organ donor cardiac scooped and chucked  

Over a fence and eaten by none, not even the bacteria

The unknown microbes, the stomping of harsh times

Forget it all, never talk, never say, conversations immature for first dates

Peppering behind fences, cowardice cures, accusations  

Haunted mystery tours, no apologies, no explanations

No connection to the man that I was, to the man that I am

I am no one now, just a shell with a smile that is not a smile

Inches pretending to be miles, the hurt is right there a millimeter away  

I can stick, pivot, dance and deliver a placebo of man

A time and a promise of sculpture and delivering plans

None of it is real, the monster ate me and what you see is only her meal

Slumped in a pressed suit, wing tips and bright eyes  

A goddamn lie, tired of recycled well wish conversations as if facts will ever matter again