Chances Shot

I seemed to enjoy a special link

with women of a certain ilk

subtle as a grin and wink

an effective tact one would think

but it's not as simple as I once thought

the ladies now would rather walk

conquests over, chances shot

is it me, or have I been caught?

 

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GRAVY

Got a message on the machine

From my fine lady

I know what she means

And there ain’t no ‘maybes’

 

She sez...

"Ray-Ray Baby

you drive me crazy

Got me cravin’

your midnight gravy.

Lay around all day

My Thinkin’s hazy

Things to do

But too damn lazy

layin’ here thinkin’...

ALL-NIGHT gravy!"

(Refrain)

Oh yeah…that all-night-gravy

You got the ladle 

and I got the spoon…

Waitin’ for my maker

Come ladle me soon.

I know what works

and I know what don’t

And I know the sailor

that floats my boat

Pllllllleeeeaasssse, Ray-BABY

Bring me home

some of that

Home-made gravy

Your home…

My home…

drive me crazy

I just need some of that

…Homemade Gravy!

I’ll take an order ‘to go’

I know you deliver

Knockin' on my door?

I'm all shivers

I can't take it no more

You're makin' me quiver

Baby! Baby! 

You drivin' me crazy

Bring Mama some Midnight Gravy!

Baby! Baby! Come home and Save me!

Bring Mama home some All-night Gravy!

 

 

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So Sorry, Courtney

 

She grew gloomy.

Tired of fretting,

she decided to strike out.

After-all there truly was nothing new,

and the sameness was debilitating.

Locked in this droll and predicable cycle,

she had no choice.

She'd either give in 

to melancholy and mediocrity

or take the first chance

she could muster elsewhere

It mattered 

not where.

 

She stuck out her thumb

and disappeared into the night.

Soon to regret her boredom,

she succumbed without a fight.

 

 

 

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Goodbye Morro

 

 

 

 last night...

 

 

 

 

 

 

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INVITE

She was a beast

...ungroomed

…unkept.

Dishevel becomes her

morning breath

sweet and sour

no matter

the hour

taste the power

of toxic

intoxication

hairs a mess

bares her breasts

a welcome invite

to lose

myself in 

the insight

of her warm

and dreamy

nest.

 

 

 

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Dr. 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 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 of them. 

  He was impatient because he had patients waiting, or so he said, so who was I to question? 

  But then, who has patients in the night?
  

  Not my task in life to ask. 

  Don't go where you are not invited, but invited or not I had to investigate.

  
  

   

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Red rest

 

 

 

 

 

 

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