Sunday, December 30, 2018
Conversing
-Finally, fatally, done between you and
Brittany?
-Undeliverable! me, in snail-mail terms.
-That seems to be good. Have you
learned anything?
-No. Nothing.
-Did she?
-Just how to add another to
her bodycount.
-And go on?
-Like the mighty Mississippi!
-I don’t buy it! You, Victim.
Her, Natural Force!
-She’s evolved. Started as a
mere triple-handful.
-Your rhetoric is, like, self-destructive!
-Nah! Self-INstructive. You win some,
lose some, and some are called
for tsunamis.
-She’s a woman, not an entire world.
-No, the latter would be Steph!
-Already?
-No choice. Mother Nature sent her
to bail me out of funk, much depraved!
-Angel, she?
-Stay with my last word.
-You trying to make Literature here?
It’s a few jokers sort of tragic at
any rate.
-There’s time. Steph carries my
obliteration in her trim bosom.
-And...lower down?
-Must you vulgarize everything?
-I’m registered Republican. No!
Really!
-I can’t talk to you about anything!
-Just the opposite! But you’re required
to acknowledge my superiority!
-There’s hardly a choice.
Labels: affairs, Left, Republican, Right, righteous, sex
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
