These are Two Poems

I am still procrastinating my third book

I.

He threw me down on the bed to begin the routine
we agreed upon a thousand times before
performed to the rehearsed script of the level of
comfort prior agreed upon when the cash laid
down for dinner and the straws chewed up for
drinks and the giggling hand holding in the
darkened streets of Brooklyn Queens in the
eternal wall I kept building up to
not let you in where you refused to scale the immeasurable height
If you refuse to climb how will you ever get ahead?

II.
Batting second string second best
where rejection rules the heart the mind
connecting nerve endings set to live wire
A moment of pain creates a lifetime of tears that
are cried standstill traffic bridges stoplights I,
begged and pleaded the universe that you were
The One that was wanted yet the spark did not
light the dry pile of timber inside