the Damned Looking into the Inner Sanctum of Paradise. a Beautiful Mousetrap that Attracted Photographers and Celebrities. Feline Palate Orgasm. a Mirage of Escapism, a Con, that Quickens the Heartbeat. Feigned Safety. and “I’m Dying.” ….sleep…..
Lost in a Foreign, Empty Strip Mall Parking Lot, I was cold and alone. Holding My Christmas Wrapping Paper, I realized that I am not pretty enough to get abducted, my bad. I read the transit schedule incorrectly, horizontally. No One thought me Old Enough to Bother Jeering at me, Cars Zipping Past. It’s okay. I am here ON LEAVE, TWO DAY PASS, REST AND RELAXATION… Before I RETURN to WORK AS A DAMNED ANGEL IN HELL.
Even in Madness, the World Seemed Without Limits. Dancing Together.. Inebriated in Love (lust).
Mugs was jubilant when Smokey Robinson are arrived for a regular visit. I was not aware that they were friends, but that didn’t surprise me. I was excited as well, for a different reason. Ya see, the Bob Dylan concert hall had been damaged in a tornado. I caught wind, that his performance would be taking place in my apartment complex’s parking lot instead, right outside my back door, next to my neighbor’s broken-down Dodge Ram Truck. I was standing right by […]
Dream. I Could be a Quarterback. Backyard, Cold Air Gray Clouds, Memory. Dad’s in the Den, Wanna Play Catch. He Wants to Relax, Watching His Team Lose. Desperately Wanting to Win- I’ll Kick a Field Goal for Ya!! But I Can’t Even Clear the Fence, Try and Try. Dream. I Could be a Quarterback. Maybe Next Time. Throwing the Bean Bag Ball in the Basement. Alone, I am My Own Receiver. Pitched Perfectly, On a Dime, TOUCHDOWN!!