Thursday, April 07, 2022
Nets
Cortin Carker “mediums” re-
freshing views after spearing
documentary ones of
documentary ones of
documentary others.
All sheer Baloney!
She sprinkles breasts with
Baker's Cocoa Powder
since she dreamt it.
And Though’d feel good
on her Thing, whistle,
inside Boy-Jockeys
she prefers, might just
clog up! Answer blowin
in der vind? coyly
chuckles she.
Labels: Cocoa, intuitive, medium, net, scholarly
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Presence
Just before Delilah repaired to her little alcove for
The Late Show, she inexplicably opened up about
her former mother-in-law.
The astringencies delivered to a young bride from
a polite mask!
Clint said he'd pray about it.
“You can't have Faith for another person!”
Turning his back, he sunk to his knees, bedside:
"Called Love."
The next month they decided to sell off the retail
operations, concentrate on mail order and net.
Lorna worked in the original farm store, mid the
framed photo of son Hap, Delilah’s first husband,
lounging on the catsup Harley he killed himself with.
The new owners loved her sweet way with customers.
Named her The Tradition.
Labels: bride, business, faith, farm, farm store, Harley, mail order, mother-in-law, net, Prayer, rural, second marriage, tradition, widow
Sunday, March 10, 2013
The Walk
He happened to stare
into The Bonnie Tart.
His exes at tea and
they beckoned him.
"So what are you two plot-
ting?" came out with
double the edge
he intended. "I'd say
laughter," laughed
Mizbeth. "And I'd add
giggling," giggled Lil.
Nothing about ex-husbands,
they insisted, reminding that
they knew each other
before him. "Just wonderful
plain old gossip!" Mizbeth
stressed. “But actually we
were plotting.”
“Yeah! Putting a dome of glass
over this weird borough and
having sex professors come
study it!” So, true girltalk. Thus tacked
he from the most surreal of it. Though
not before a humongous chocolate
chip cookie they treated him to.
On the net that evening he found it among
eleven bombshell foods and popped a Zantac.
Labels: divorce, ex wife, girltalk, gossip, Health, net, Zantac
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Once Upon
Newsboys cried
Read all about it!
On the net you can.
Eventually. It leaks
out during the week,
spooling into a fetid pool
until no one wishes it wider.
Newsboys cried
Read all about it!
On the net you can.
Eventually. It leaks
out during the week,
spooling into a fetid pool
until no one wishes it wider.
Labels: net, news overload, web
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
How Can Ideologues Sleep?
Every few seconds an outrage!
Raping Truth, Honor, Justice, all
in a row. Clots of viral electrons
fly round the net, often hoaxes
meant to harrow ignorant and
stupid. They’re succeeding.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Saying What’s Been Said
And that day
on the Net.
Next day, 100K
hits. Why
bother? Thousands
do as well. Think, though,
you of more fiery core?
Movement thrusting
from your words?
Yes and no. Thousands
care, though,
and don’t,
instantly,
same ones.
Same.
And that day
on the Net.
Next day, 100K
hits. Why
bother? Thousands
do as well. Think, though,
you of more fiery core?
Movement thrusting
from your words?
Yes and no. Thousands
care, though,
and don’t,
instantly,
same ones.
Same.
Labels: net
