gril girl

 

 

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Passing Through

 

 

  

Evan pondered his fate

as he has often

done of late.

At that age

where the years

can grate,  

and eat away

your stately grace

with no ready remedy

not a success

or a tragedy

just a shadow

passing through

his short stay

was not a waste

with his last breath

wheezed a lifetime  

alive in the moment

just not immortal

 

 

 

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feetheart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Doc Healy

 

 

 

 Dr Healy was absent that night and no one was the wiser.  He went off just to have a smoke and returned just before the smoke cleared. I have a memory of him scanning the scene before his entrance. Most unusual don’t you think? Why the hesitation? One would properly assume he’d burst into the room in shock or action but rather he wandered, as if  strolling through a smoke shop while killing time on his lunch hour. But this was the dark of night to be clear and I fear the good Doc had a hand in it…both hands at that. He grew impatient because he claimed he had patients waiting. Given the hour, I doubted, but so he said, and who was I to question? The authorities wished him well and retreated. But “in his absentia", I was only left to wonder.

 

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Tortured Soul

He was too young 

for his years

but old enough 

to understand 

where he stood

 

 

what no one saw 

or experienced

was veiled 

in a cocoon  

of preservation

 

but the cocoon

was soon 

to bloom 

see it 

explode

exposed

but if you looked 

too late 

you missed it

 

Blown away 

and it's

okay

never wanted

no to fix it.

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a tingle.

 

 

 I wouldn’t say

"I’m  cool."

but sometimes

I do

get a chill...

 

like…

 

a ripple.

 

And my “world” ?

…is a room, 8x12’

and I'm single

 

Luckily

 I’m partial

.....to explore

.......the inner space

between my ears

which is infinite

where fame

and fears abide 

side-by-side

while at the same time

sparking the tiniest fraction

of universal friction

 which was felt

immensely

in my nipples.

 

 

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farewell El'

We had just arrived home from Eloise’s funeral. She was quite the girl. You would not have guessed it from her plain front. There was a smattering of handsome strangers, mostly well dressed, and highly presentable. They each kept to themselves, not sure of the other. There were flowers from eleven different sources. There was a Robert, a Ben, a Marshall, an Alex...a couple of Mikes, some other guys named “joe”...and and someone named Betty but calls herself “Mr. Shivers”. Mr. Shivers sent a single Lily. Well, that one sent a ripple (...to the nipple) throughout the room. And who knows? Mr. Shivers might have been any one in attendance whose nipples paid 'attention' while perfectly erect.

 

 

 

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