Men never understand women. Of course that doesn't stop us from trying.
"My name is Sal Treppiedi, and I was born in Brooklyn, New York, February, 1963, to Italian immigrant parents. I have lived on both coasts, but now call New Mexico home. I am married to Debbie, a wonderful woman with a beautiful soul, and have a 13-year-old daughter, Calle, who never stops amazing me, and is a slammer herself." He is also the author of a chapbook and website entitled Random Thoughts of an Obese Mind.
The Ancient Question of Inequality
Where are you?
he contemplates as she stands naked in her inhibitions
yet clothed in her intentions
He begs her to remove impediments
she prefers flaunting learning curves
her dangerous mind playing with his libido
Queen to pawn
allowed only to access a two by two piece of flesh
nibbled down to black or white occupation
He stares into the mirror
believes he recognizes her aura
explores the scope of his will
& as he slides forward into consciousness
he becomes aware of the illusion of hope:
the square root of expectation
equaling delusions of grandeur
& still he never arrives at the answer to
“Where are you?”
Exactly as she prefers
Photos by Leah Scott.
We have Rich Boucher to thank for the following video. "This is Albuquerque Poet Sal Treppiedi, performing his poem "How Could One Not Look?" at the corner of Wellesley and Central Streets in the Nob Hill part of the city of Albuquerque, New Mexico on the night of Saturday, July 18, 2009 as part of an concerted effort to Guerrilla Poetry the citizens of the magical city called Albuquerque. There was thunder. There were bystanders. There was poetry."
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