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.. The (l)oneliest number, …………numb -er than the rest; but somehow also touted as ……………the best. ..
See, forever isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, cracked open like an egg yolk on some sizzled sidewalk. You gotta work for it; take the lows and the blows along with the raise -the-roof moments. Sunny -side up is … Continue reading
.. Luna -ticks off time, space, crafts tides. She treads on ocean, spreads her milky sway forever over each closed day. Say she’s a planet, she’ll laugh; an angel, she’ll shed you cloudy tangled tears. Call her a loser as … Continue reading
. Analyze this, Love, my old and yellowed song. Life gave me lemons and leotards, a lack of flexibility and sugar. Stir me, tingle the breeze past the bars of my last cage. I’ve raged against the wind, the day, … Continue reading
. Tell it all. Tall tale standing, dead man walking, lost girl drowning in her own croc tears. Fill the world with distorted stories, but leave a blank or two at center. (There are things I just don’t know.) Are … Continue reading
. In her deranged haze, she’s taken the S -train too seriously and much too often, sustained herself in feigned tracks and traipsed chains. Enflame her, chant her name, fill it with syllables not her own. You’ll see she’s grown. … Continue reading
. She’s a mer -maid who’s been swallowed by the pinpoints of the map. She’s un -flapped by cranial tuna, ……..freeway flotsam and jets -aimed for better ………places, but the traces of high -way ink on her skin are holding … Continue reading
… I left her in her room to stew on her own syllables, but she’s still bent on bugging out instead of hugging it out, and no doubt any moment now she’ll run away and I’ll be putting up posters … Continue reading
.. Mark my words, Marx is having a melt -down again. Moreover, the meerkat has the merest chance of meatballs. It’s a mad, mad world, Love. ………Oy. ……………Meep. …….We’re in deep. .