Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Bread and Cheese (New Orleans)

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Saw you in Whole Foods.
You were the mango chutney and Mediterranean sourdough bread,
I was the chipolte asiago cheese and blackberry pomegranate juice.
We were standing close together at the salad bar by the wheatberry curry dip. There was electricity.
Chemistry.
Something.
I leaned in and said,
“Can Iput my thingie in your hoohoo?”
You just walked off.
Was the magic of the moment just too powerful for you?
Come back.
Meet me at the dehydrated tropical fruits next weekend.
It was chemistry.

Grocery variations

Grocery Variations by Jsome1

Stop & Shop (Western Massachusetts)

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I’d like a girl to go grocery shopping with on occasion.
I enjoy smelling:
air freshener,
deodorant,
laundry detergent,
candles, and
soap
before I purchase them and
it would be nice to have someone there for a 2nd opinion.
Is that strange?
I dont think so.
You do it too and you know it! lol

Stop & ShopCan’t see the video soundtrack?
Here’s the link: http://youtu.be/sDKpMs_GvuQ

You Fell Across the Lawn (Lexington, KY)

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I saw you stumble across the grass near the Walgreen’s on Richmond Road,
and I think there was a gun tucked into your belt.
I dream of you, and when you aim your gun at an individual member of the ruling class, its barrel is a finger pointing towards eternity.

Pure Prairie LeagueCan’t see the video soundtrack?
Here’s the link: http://youtu.be/N-c1az4uJzo

Hot Guy with the Ninja Outfit and Samurai Sword (San Francisco)

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I was the cute girl looking at you in disbelief.
You were in a ninja outfit cutting crack-heads in half on Market Street with a Samurai sword.
I hope you’re not in jail, but if you read this, the girl with the stripped shirt drinking PBR, wearing a headband and listening to her ipod noticed you.
YOU ROCK!

Ninja by R'eyes

Met at the Bills Game and I Called You a Dirty Little Hamster (Buffalo, NY)

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Looking for the brown haired girl who was wearing a Lee Evans jersey.
You tried to sell me a used ticket stub for 20 dollars.
Out of anger I called you a dirty little hamster and then proceeded to tell you to lick my balls.
You then started to chase me down on foot for what seemed like a mile.
I eventually hid out near the porta-potties where I lost you.
You told my friend you were going to find me and punch me in the face but I’m here to make that easier for you.
I hope we can put our issues behind us and be friends because I think you’re hot.

We Met at the Bills Game

Curiosidad by ricardorp

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