Asking You Out
My brain molecules swirl around
Before they form a sound
And right now I’m in that speechless state,
Taking a moment to formulate
That thought that I’ll soon postulate
Assuming that you’d want to date.
Author: Andy Bonjour
Poet
Seeking Translucence
Seeking Translucence
I struggle with giving you glory in everything.
I hold onto things that I want to bring
Glory to me. Some days I feed off of it,
Finding it hard to stand by or sit
And watch something I do become translucent.
Though everyone sees the light that you sent,
Part of me’s in a bright orange vest as the one
Directing traffic toward your Son.
A woman in 1920
A woman in 1920
You were prettier blended in interlaced scanning
When forgiveness was panning
At one-sixth of the digital revolution,
And a frame-blending resolution
Added a softness to your skin.
Collecting Images
Collecting Images
I’m collecting images inside my head
So I can recall those instead
Of making up memories when you’re gone
And I’m left to live on
Without you.
They say everything causes cancer
But there’s nothing with an answer
As to why or when you’ll have to go.
Just some time, ‘till I won’t know
What to do with myself.
Indeterminate Progress Spinner
Indeterminate Progress Spinner
The indeterminate progress spinner
Means that I’m a winner
Of waiting…
For an amount of time that’s unquantifiable.
At least this is more reliable
Than the guestimated random generation
Of numbers predicting the sedation
Of my impatience…
Waiting for these digits to disappear
Since the end is supposedly near.
When YouTube Freezes
When YouTube Freezes
When pixels fail to displace
Pixels in the viewer space,
My fingers run in place
Frustrated at your frozen face.
Poems in My Couch
Poems in My Couch
Cornered in the couch, I find my seat,
Typing on my laptop to complete
The words for each poem that I find
In couch cushions now flipped over in my mind.
I discover traces of earlier word play,
Feel crumbs on my fingers from cheerios,
But the hopes of finding change today
Will keep me digging for those
That I haven’t come across yet.
Besides, there’s some sort of thrill
In tossing the cushions at will,
No matter what you get.
Snowy Night
Snowy Night
I step outside on a white night
And take a flip-flop walk
where I shoveled the talk
to the side in piles
letting the crisp air race
down the slope of my face
and pierce my lips
with a footing that slips
from conversations I haven’t had yet,
repeating words you’ll never get.
Voice
Voice
Your voice has strength in numbers.
Though it slumbers gaining power,
Your hour will come and the sum
Of your voices will redefine
The power of mine.
Orange Taste
Orange Taste
She ate too many of those Doritos
So her fingers looked like Cheetos
Until she sucked off the orange stick
With a full mouth lick
So as to not waste
The orange taste.
BonjourPoetry 
