Santorini, Greece

Self portrait by Richard T. Boehmcke

The Dress

It wasn't so much a dress as it was an idea, a suggestion. A pairing of tissue thin fabric and hope sustaining it upon her shoulders.

It probably wasn't fair to us for her to go around like that. But it also wouldn't have been fair to us if she hadn't.

-RTB

Belts

Some people are so busy putting notches on their belts that they haven’t even taken the time to see if the belt even fits.


-RTB

Second from the Left

Those left hands, boy,
They carry weight
They carry truth
They carry facts
Fact
Singular

They carry the undeniable heft
Of possibility crushing, hope squashing
Suck
Damn
Shit

They punch holes in your feasibility
Let the air out of an opportunity
And make you feel perpetually late

The good desserts go fast.

-RTB

Submissions

Submitted for your approval...
Me
Regardless of my feelings for you
Please...
Love me
Regardless of whether or not we belong together
Please...
Love me
You are attractive
And I am close to you
And despite the absence of true intrigue
And based solely on warm affection
I must reason with you to
Please...
Love me
I'm not generally needy
I just happen to be needy of you
I would love to pay attention
To the words coming out of your mouth
But it's damn near impossible
Because our knees are touching
And that makes me feel true romance
And if this isn't true romance
Please don't tell me
Just please...
Love me
It's unfortunate that it has nothing to do with you
Even though you are quite beautiful
I could explain it to you
But I just don't have the time
I am far too busy obsessing over the idea of you
To actually seek clarity
So if you don't mind
Please...
Love me

-RTB

Hvar, Croatia

Self portrait by Richard T. Boehmcke

10 New Band Names

Sexual Seizure
Philonuts
Non Violent Explosion
Medicinal Spearmint
Poodles!
High Quality Man Funk
The Hairy Legged Vegetarian
Fine Honey and the Skinny Pizza
Bring on the Bat Heads
Winter Swords

Faux Fur

I wanted to feel her arms around me in the worst way
I couldn't get close enough to her
Or breather her in deep enough
Four seconds with her was all I needed to know
That I'd never get enough of her
Looking at her made me crave insanity
The way people feel when they flee the dark
Every blink was the great escape
I couldn't take in enough of her
Couldn't hold her close enough
Couldn't hold her at all
I continued to try to breathe her in
Because inside of me
Was the only place she'd be safe from my advances
Oh god I wanted to memorize her surface
I wanted to write Shakespeare on her torso
And whisper Whitman to her knees
I wanted to breathe her in