Saturday, November 11, 2017
Having Never Left
Lozzy loves the quiet with herself.
“I’m so shy I hardly speak to me!”
Laughs she.
Then she works at drilling
dimples into her cheeks.
Sucking them in there really.
“Aren’t you finally CUTE?”
“CUTESY-WOOTSEY!” Mirror answers.
“Are we lapsing into baby talk?”
“Never left.”
Labels: baby talk, cute, private, shy
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Whatever
Well Enough
Dr Kildeer Madesty had been
convincing.
Renz signed on to the "Revelation"
Weekend with his two exes.
Sweet Betsy too, his present
Off-and-On, but she had to
go back to Pike to nurse a
sick mother.
The other two left after the
second session for Ruthie's
place, "Whatever."
Adirondack spread left by her Dad.
“So, you were lesbians all along?”
he asked Detzy before they
departed in the singing cab.
“Whatever!”
Then the good doctor o'd on severe
uppers, and raved in the ambulance.
Thus, Renz remained. Fell for the
waitress by trying to decide her
degree of cuteness.
Mega mega cute, he concluded.
Helbore, the manager, presented
him with the bill for all.
He paid it and left with the waitress.
Been a year and she remains cute.
He bought a cake and she cried.
Labels: cute, ex, lesbian, psychology, therapy group
Friday, February 13, 2015
Three Archetypal Women
Doc Mac, Noggo the reader, Slice, deli guy
-Bitsy is a Fatal Woman.
She’s killed one man,
and ruined seven...
and counting.
-Like Circe, she turns
men into swine!
-What’s hard about that?
...
The Easy Game
At the athletic club we chatted
about a certain total cuteness.
Shorty overheard, warning
“Stay a hundred miles away!
Pure Poison! Guy over in
Fletcher killed hisself!”
Chubby, Maroon, and I threw
towels at him. He was supposed
to collect them anyway, this
Crabapple Jones in everything!
Maroon remarked, "Pure Poison,
hey? Well, who's pure in everything?
We're all amalgams."
Not in her case. A year later she
had gone through each, our
nerves shot.
We invited a Shaman, Paint Horse
of the Waluta Tribe, to come to
Chubby's house.
Must return at least twice more:
“Bad Woman Magic!”
“That’s ambiguous!” Maroon has said.
“And with his strange intonations, you
can’t pin it down.”
“Give him a break! He’s trying to get
us right with the Spirit World.” -Chubs.
“I’ll settle for this shattering one!”
...
A Certain Kind of Club
Come on, Mick! You act as if I’m
killing you!
Mick?
Mick!
Is Doctor Fessbinder in the club?
Labels: cute, Fatal Woman, friendship, relationship, sex, sex club, Shaman, Spirit World
