We gather and sit
on cold plastic chairs;
molded recycled waste.
We sip our hot social drinks
full bodied or
flavored to taste.
We fill the air
with smoke and lies,
across the room
we speak with eyes
endless tales
of wasted livesv
in our plastic race;
molded recycled waste.
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The first thing I wanted to do on the day that I turned forty-three, was to say that I was fifty-seven and watch your eyes roll to the heavens, and listen as you boldly proclaim “My, don’t you look good for your age.” © All Rights Reserved
I do not keep a journal. I do not record my daily thoughts, or, the mindless daily activities of others. The simple truth is that contemporary life offers so little challenge. Whatever I want to read, or hear, or taste can be offered up at the touch of a button; for a small fee the…
You see a homeless bum, when you look at me incapable of love, living on the street. A fallen man living off your trash A lazy buggar begging a buck I scare your wife on her Sunday drive You tell your kids ‘be good or you’ll be like him’. But it’s you, your kind –…
It’s not easy writing flowery prose, uplifting thoughts avoid my mind, when I spend my days looking down my nose. Not down at you, or you, or even you, down at the self, within my mind wherein I reside, wishing I were you. There is beauty and charm I can see, this graces your smile,…
I am not Anne I have never claimed to be nothing more than I am. Usually I claim less unless forced to confess I willingly give up my name. Only once was I insane but if you ask my brothers they will say I never got off the train. They who are farmers, adulterers, and…
I long, no I ache to hold you near. To feel the softness of your breast under my palm. To feel the smooth skin of your thigh pressed near against mine, To see the ecstasy in your face as you climax time after time. To taste the nectar of your lips as we meet together…
