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
Sunday, March 27, 2022
Double Plays
Jilly Rendogh
Tinkers “for-
Evers” to Chance
this new guy. Old
One pulling tricks!
Labels: Baseball, Game of Love, lovers, Modern Love
Monday, March 19, 2018
Varied Twos
Labels: isolation, loneliness, love, lovers, private lives, relationship, scholar, sex
Friday, June 23, 2017
Ongoing
The heat has gone
mad of itself,
a rager.
All the ACs explode.
People awake soaked.
Somehow, more aged.
Everything outside and in
stinks.
Sun looks doubled.
Sky, metal rubbed.
No one complains,
too shaken.
A woman dies catch-
ing her breath.
Soon, many do.
Corpses pile up and all
too exhausted to try
doing anything about it.
Roger tells Sissy, “Let’s just
jump on the pile.”
Lovers!
But they expire
trying to climb.
No sky then.
Sun horizon
to horizon.
Labels: future, heat, heat wave, killing heat, lovers, raging sun
Saturday, January 24, 2015
All’s Well
Good Guy and Good Gal
go to a party
and nod off.
After that, every-
one does.
Drinks grow flat
and chips wilt.
Hostesses speeds back
from 7-11 w/ad-
ditional Diet Coke.
The sight brings her tears.
Her guides never detailing
how to keep people awake.
But she rallies: “Hey!
What is this? The Night
of the Living Dead?”
Her boyfriend, Murph,
shoves the sodas in
the frig while muttering
of his weird dream.
“I hope about me!”
“No way! For you’re my true
dream everyday!” His bullshit
revs up all, and they rouse
now to dance. An awfully fast
one, so some fall down,
the start of a victorious Do!
Labels: dancing, Do, dull party, lovers, party, youth
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Disease Without a Cure?
Romantic Adjustments
-As a cheater, she was World-Class, replete with the
protestations of love undying, and the little dances of
total hurt when she got caught. Plus, of course, the liquid
promises never again to etc etc etc.
-And he, the perpetually-bruised Aggrieved?
-You could say–-for fantasy’s sake. I’d ranked him a hair
above her, actually. Cheat-Meister. Worshiped in the Genre!
-But they loved each other...?
-Deeply! Profoundly! Und, forever-y!
-Uh huh? With always an eye open. So? What happened?
-The inevitably terrible implosion-explosion!
-And they haven't seen each other since?
-Uh? We'll get to that. She presently runs a ranch in Ida-fuckin-hole.
-And he?
-Mr Andre, herding a phalanx of other hairdressers in Honolulu.
-And living with Bruce, the Decorator?
-Nope. Never turned away from women. Just. Completely.
Loves ‘em! No ifs ands or buts.
-All right, get them together! I don't wanna order another
latte I could stand on.
-A reunion for those who once hung out at Limping Lefty's,
managed by this incompetent arranger of such weak events.
-Now THAT was a parcel of lame intellectuals!
-Then, yes.
-Well? When they saw each other? Our lovers, and not?
-Locked into an embrace and wept for an hour. We maneuvered
them into a side room, proceeding to get blind.
-See? THAT had been THE LOVE! Never to be duplicated.
Never! And then?
-She back to Idaho and he to Hawaii.
-Come ON! Gotta do better than that!
-Oh? Didn't know we were making a freakin chickflick here!
Excuse me altogether!
-Well I’m not satisfied!
-Who is ever?
Labels: cheating, lovers, reunion
