8.19.2010

billy idol

I'm home! An overnight junket to NYC, good meetings, good food, good company, but of course I am very happy to be home.


My inner high-schooler wrote some haiku on the train. Enjoy.
i don't remember
your name. i do remember
some things about you

you had MTV
you liked sports, you played sports: not
much to talk about

what aroused me was
the billy idol poster
hung above your bed

curious, i thought
what could it mean? erotic
aggression? (shiver)

until you told me
you named your penis igor
then i was all done

15 comments:

  1. seriously, friends, don't name your penis.
    bad move. under all circumstances.
    but especially, "Igor."

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  2. Did he pronounce it E-gor or Eye-gor?

    Hey I was in NYC yesterday too :)

    Rene

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  3. ha! um.... i don't remember.

    i just saw you were at Pop Tart World today, probably at the same time i was at M&M World and trying (unsuccessfully) to find Pop Tart World! next time, we must coordinate.

    we could get all poetic on midtown Manhattan. fun!

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  4. I . . . am . . . dying.

    This is a lovely gift this morning.

    Thank you!

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  5. you are welcome, my soul sistah. snort!

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  6. ha! igor makes it sound like its deformed lol

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  7. Enjoying your blog----visiting from over on Nigel's Den of iniquity


    waiting for the sexy haiku to start : )


    AmyLynn

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  8. ok, did we all know someone in high school that named their penis? IS it like a teenaged disease??

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  9. maybe we all did!
    boys, do you hear? this is a bad idea.

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  10. It was the sneer.

    The sneer always gets the girl.

    And Igor?

    Never does.

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  11. had Billy Idol come calling?
    i would have run away with him. of course.
    he probably could have even named his penis.

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