Friday, April 01, 2022
Marie punctuating
-Babel claims
comma in strange
place pierces heart.
-How smart, y'All!
And so your actual
Marie's now Jello-
ing her fearsome little ass
towards us? Grab your balls!
Labels: allure, fearsome, magnetism, punctuation, sex
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Perchance to...
She went out screwing
while I dreamed of her.
Returned too hot to bother.
Labels: dream, infidelity, sex, sexual
Sunday, January 20, 2019
No Fool Like
-Let me apologize for this
Bag of Wrinkles! Really
accelerated this past year.
-Seen worse.
Laconic, Shelly Rust Newcolme, RN.
Not so someday, when she hisses
“You’re just sizzling this time!”
But now, they recheck meds.
Labels: fantasy, meds, Old Age, patient, sex
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Numbers
Colorless Dirk
sensationally absconded,
Gwendie chose a woman!
Three...turns out.
Stop here.
Same waste.
Labels: breakup, leaving, men, pardners, sex, women
Monday, December 31, 2018
Here’s to Tomboys!
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
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
Friday, November 30, 2018
Figuring
Ginger couldn’t help feeling
uneasy.
But that was her.
O wasn’t it?
“G being G!” sneers Brick to
her face back then.
Peacemaker Harsley donates
his usual “Now-now.”
Wren, always anxious, wants
to cut to the chase.
“I never understood that.
People say it and other fancy
expressions here and I…”
Perpetually Puzzled Pam!
“Uh huh? Stay with that lack of
thought!” Ginger again.
Now-nows rain from elsewhere.
Professor Charlie, who never talks
whispers that Mrs Oak shouldn’t have
have brought in this new person:
“A moron of indeterminate sex!”
“You finally encapsulate the group’s
feeling!”
We laugh. Our pharmacist said it.
Labels: group, interaction, personality, sex
Monday, November 26, 2018
The Pair
Told my girlfriend I’d not say much.
Apparently, though, enough...she
reported it!
Being undercover also, would you
believe?
I was super-interrogated then.
By sadistic experts.
Grill-o-rama!
As was she. Her ”Good Deed”
could hardly go unpunished.
Both transferred to entirely new
departments.
Still a couple though!
Deceit’s a glue.
Labels: government, interrogation, role playing, secrecy, sex, Top Secret
Monday, October 22, 2018
A History of Such Things
Panty-Sniffing Branch
of Law met augustly.
Gravely serious papers
presented, with subjects be
hilarious in lower hustles. Ranch
Romances a zine once.
Sweetest ladies there
wore underwear
they purified thus.
Labels: hypocrisy, pretension, Romantic West, sex, sex law
Saturday, October 06, 2018
Traveling In the Interior
-Left wife to find myself
-Where go?
-India
-That's the place all right.
-After year, and at festival where they
throw colored powder at each other,
I had my Profoundest Revelation!
-Wow! Namely?
-That I was full of shit!
-And Indians?
-Moreso. With colored powder!
-So you came home?
-To unromantic Podunk.
-and wife?
-Had left with dimmer-dimmest wit
she could find!
-He wasn’t full of shit?
-That’s graduate school for him! Well what can I say? She wanted a primitive.
-He’d go apeshit in colored powder!
-At any rate, would be without her
presently.
-Lost his macho thrust, did he?
-Probably not, but you...like to talk
about things sometimes.
-Like with you?
-We’ll be trying. Again.
At last! A romantic note!
-Not a chance!
-Oh? And every chance?
-All at once! Everything’s always
all at once!
-Shame. Hafta find yourself on your
own dime.Labels: deception, finding yourself, friends, self-deception, sex
Monday, October 01, 2018
Signifying Arrangement
With A zonked out
on sleeping pills,
he drove to B.
Returning when
she so slowly woke.
Seven days a week.
An independent consultant,
he worked from both homes.
And when A almost decided
to break off the pills, proved
warm and supportive and
completely loving.
But agreed with physicians, “No.”
Not a hypocritical decision:
Hardly a Republican.
And when he died--had fought
a lifetime disease--both
women got their homes,
and equal amounts
of cash and stocks.
Best of friends...now.
More things in
Heaven and Earth
than are dreamt of
in your philosophy.
Hamlet being right-on,
his time and ours.
Labels: Hamlet, love, relationship, sex, triangle
Friday, September 28, 2018
Intensely Sociological Question
Labels: class, sex, snobbery, Yale
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Situation
I have absolute open sesame at a usually forbidding bureaucracy.
Walter, the Head, and I have frequently
straightened things out.
This time we make short work of my
double-knotty problem!
“We’re done here!” announces he.
“Courier delivers new papers to you
this afternoon.”
“Courier delivers new papers to you
this afternoon.”
I tell him I’m genuinely grateful!
“Now you can do ME a favor.”
Of course, but proves a strange one!
A Lou Harker gone missing, like,
maybe permanently! The Bureau
must restore him somehow.
I’m to be him for a few extra minutes.
A young couple comes, and I assent
to what they say.
All gobbledygook and I nod...when
not issuing a genial yes!
Easy, but the ambient quite surprises!
Love flows from the couple and even
those nearby. I feel lifted.
The warmth all but overwhelming!
In the air long after the couple leaves,
so I can’t help but remark on it when
Walter comes back with coffee and
Danish for us both.
“Yeah, Lou such a peach, everybody
instantly loves him. That atmosphere
enveloped you. Not that you’re
NOT nice! As am I. But the two of us
NOT nice! As am I. But the two of us
wouldn’t make one Lou!”
Pretty great when you get love and
not studied diffidence.
I’ve had some opportunities to be Lou again and jumped at them!
And yeah I know it’s wrong, unmeasured, and I’m being
ridiculous!
But now his girlfriend, Melody, has
insinuated the picture offering to
instruct me.
We’ve been out a few times.
She is mega mega cute!
Well...okay..so...I know!
Short of it is
JUST CAN’T STOP!
Labels: ambient, bureaucracy, identity, love, sex, warmth
