Sunday, June 05, 2022
By Moonlight
Desperate men say nothing
lightly. For sure revisiting
landlord's black-eyed-daughter,
though HELL blocks etc way he informs her. A romantic, ...Highwayman yet!
Cravat, louses, etc, all the smear.
Buggy Crook with a horse!
Rest of it talk, though not to her!
She rides a musket finally.
Fatal. Unto her breasts; saving him from AMBUSH!
Now that there's Love...whatever.
I'm instructed to take two and hit to Right!
I do. Won't ever miss anything behaving.
Labels: Hell, highwayman, lovers, robber, Romance, unromantic, vow
Saturday, December 01, 2018
Making the Scene
-I’d like you naked in the window.
-You’ve seen me dozens…
-Not there.
…
-Beautiful! Move the lamp closer.
-Louder! Did you say the lamp?
-CLOSER!
-DONE! WILL YOU RUN THINGS
WHEN MY HUSBAND DIES?
-THAT’S THE PLAN.
-UPWARDS AND ONWARD!
-NEVER SHAVE DOWN THERE.
Labels: affair, pictorial, power, Romance, sex, taste
Sunday, October 21, 2018
Playing
“Is it a rhomboid?” Mercy laughed.
Triangle proving inadequate to
describe Bit's romantic entanglement.
“Your ass is a rhomboid!” Bits snapped.
Then...pulling meditatively on their
half-gallon of Ghinny-Red.
For this once-monthly party for two,
they acted like men--they felt.
“Likely figure. One ages...could be...
Rhomboidally.”
….Musing…with dimple...Mercy.
“And, maybe more gracefully
than that?” inquires angular Bits.
“Can always hope. Been shit
up to now!”
“Bottom up!“
“Here goes nothing!” drank Mercy.
“Leave some!”
“Hey! I’M not the Little Piggy here!”
Mercy seemed so sure!
Both women, thus, sensed
disaster for her.
Labels: affairs, friends, men, Romance, single, single women, triangle, women
Tuesday, October 02, 2018
Battlers
-Yeah, but he had fifty
pounds on you!
-I repeat! Got equal licks in!
-How is that possible?
-Equalizers! Cinder Block
down on head as an
example!
-You could hardly lift one!
-Had been working out...
stood on chair AND... !
-Coulda killed him!
At the least, given him
Brain Damage!
-Latter be impossible.
-At any rate, somewhat violent
indicators you two HAD to split, no?
-Just about there when he got
deathly sick, and I Florence
Nightingaled.
-Saintly of you!
-Till the end.
-Sad!
-Like, Perfect Gentleman...
though a Lady.
-I can't HEAR any more sick shit!
-Just Life.
Labels: combative couple, death, Romance, sacrifice, violence
Monday, September 24, 2018
I just know that she’s impossible!
I get teased about my robot girlfriend.
“Emily Bronte.”
Writer when it meant something.
The Programmer seems bent (Stop
right there!) on reviving such an
era, for I must submit my criticisms
of her in narrative form.
Most focus on her coldness.
His criticism of me, and hers, is that
I fail at warming her up.
Maybe I do, but I’ve tried everything!
Up(?) to the level of silly, impromptu
gifts. So juvenile and embarrassing!
Can one apply “frigid” to a robot?
At any rate, she has driven me
irredeemably nuts, and I probably
should consider other builds.
Another Emily looks promising, Dickinson.
But, my Emily has gotten wind of it,
and turns frantic!
She claims she’ll do anything to
keep me.
Anything!
Enter the sexy and romantic Emily.
Wow!
Next month pure ice again. Uh huh?
My narrative to the Programmer leaves
nothing out of this craziness!
Sordid pages and pages!
Then he comes up with the
BIG REVEAL!
She’s really a human female woman, and I’M the robot.
Build Number M-51186921, Raymond Chandler.
I’m offered robot molls from his novels.
Such sexy ones!
But I simply cannot leave my Emily!
Labels: character complexity, Literature, love, men, quirks, robots, Romance, women
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
So?
Male and female at once.
Thanked her parents frequently--though
both gone now.
She liked being male at restless night...
harmless enough little fellow.
Lately, post midnight visits to HOT DOG
EMPORIUM, only place open.
“Emporium!” laughed waitress, Irenee once, skating fast.
So dimpled and cute: “Will that be all, Sir?”
It was till it wasn’t.
Now is Irenee showering.
Then emerging in huge fluffy robe
one, Carl, had given Brendan, snowy.
“When I die,” sighs Irenee, “I hope it’s in this robe!”
Brendan has put eye makeup in the pocket, because of
earlier complaints of eyes like pissholes in the snow!
earlier complaints of eyes like pissholes in the snow!
“You know? I can’t face getting dressed for that fancy-fruity-healthy hotel breakfast. Could WE…?”
“I make smashing French Toast!”
“Butter?”
“Rivers!”
Both women laugh, but, of course, Brendan is waiting for Irenee to note that it’s hardly a man’s apartment.
She can’t really wait. “You...naturally know that I’m a woman?”
“So?”
Labels: female, male, role playing, Romance
Friday, September 14, 2018
The Female Ironist
has it figured out,
men and women
sexed up asininely.
Ophelia a slut and
Hamlet a lazy lout,
High-Babbler and
Horny Fiend!
The rest of us lie
so routinely
it’s a lifestyle.
Presentable, but
no Beauty, she
has silly-suffered
a procession of Lotharios
Erectus. What utter, utter fools!
Though she the worst!
O, and O again, will
she ever be happy?
Who says she’s not?
Labels: detachment, irony, Romance, self image, sex
Monday, June 18, 2018
The Woman Who Maintained She Didn’t Give a Rat’s Ass
-Save in passion!
insisted her literate boyfriend.
-You’ve noticed! Finally!
-I believe so. I’m...never quite sure
just WHAT I’m noticing with you.
-Easy! My complete abandonment to the grimy-
low-down gods of seedy and disgraceful love.
-All THAT?
-Go further with that thread!...when YOU’RE
merely getting your rocks off!
-I’m doing such, but with an overwhelming
ardor for you the whole time!
-Uh huh? Sounds like a love poem, or
some other sheer bullshit!
-What more can I do to make you believe
that I…?
-Just never lose your role in the battalion of
sexual morons!
-Yes Commander!
Labels: attitude, frankness, gentle, literate, love, Romance, sex
Saturday, May 12, 2018
Left Cold
I’m the only male member of a
singing group. I’ll spare you its
sophomoric name. We voted
early on. Quite funereal at any rate.
Blame Mother and Dad who lived
for each other, but I love women!
Even their quirks that set other’s
nerves on screeching edge are
a tonic to me.
As a result, some friendships,
some romances, with women in
the group and support ladies also.
Where sex enters in and departs
I leave to you.
But...never a hard feeling after.
Don’t believe it? Can’t blame you.
When Stef came onboard--you might
know her as a single act--well, she had
devastated agents and boyfriends!
No printed labels on her, but ferocious
word of mouth:
Expect Path of Destruction!
Long story short, we’re married, and
little girl due! And she sings more
beautifully each day!
And yes, I’m still standing.
My secret? Told you.
Story leaves you cold?
Just maybe that's you.
Labels: female, male, modern music, personality, Romance, sex
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Boyfriends Through the Years
-We called him The Professor.
Anyway, they had terrific Sundays!
Cooked huge breakfast together,
and then lazed around reading
The New York Times. Sections of it
all over the floor! Mid remnants of
eggs and waffles and coffees etc.
-I love it! What my mother called sloppy
but nobby.
-I don’t know what nobby means, really,
but as Whitman says “I’m mad to come
in contact with it!”
-Her new boyfriend’s a gamer.
-May God have mercy on her soul!
Labels: boyfriend, gamer, relationship, Romance, Sunday customs
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Two Suits
1-6
6
I don’t talk to rookies. After all,
you went with Malora a mere
month; whereas…
1
You were engaged a sordid six!
But couldn’t get her to the altar.
6
The altar would hafta come to Mal,
last in a chain of thoroughly expected
miracles.
1
She’s more famous for her breakups.
For that lousy month, I still shake years
later at her pointed phrasing!
6
And I can quote her to the exact, cruel, letter.
1
Wonder what she’s doing now?
6
This moment? Piling little wood
shavings. To ignite while chanting
to the Mean Broads’ Chief God.
shavings. To ignite while chanting
to the Mean Broads’ Chief God.
1
Nothing so elaborate. I can see her with
your voodoo doll, pin poised above its
shriveled penis.
6
No! Please! Don’t!
1
And when she drives it home don’t
scream like a girl!
6
I like screaming like a girl. They get
a lot out.
1
Everything?
6
That’s not possible.
Labels: breakup, engagement, female, male, marriage, Romance
