grinning ear to ear signalling another night of special mischief
takes reflected light on my retina to draw you in my memory
yet my most cherished recollections of you were played out in the dark
media cover of louts constant twittering has zero value
A distant memory When I was very young At bedtime my mother and I Would kneel at my bedside We would say a nightly prayer It went like this:
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Should I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Nice little sediment. Face to face with my mortality On a nightly basis before dreamland. From two to maybe seven Don't recall when it began Don't recall when it ended Wonder why I was a shy kid With the Grim Reaper Always hovering near Sweet dreams Petey.
Guaranteed Given the choice Shopping lane Highway lane I'll choose the wrong one When I move over That one will stop The other we I'll go So now I stay put And be the lane
J.J. leaned over "Bonds just bind you to sorrow." Then drained his Guinness
Up before sunrise Much to complete before I Slip into darkness
Tinnitus kicks in Then the hum turns into words A cosmic message Bicameral mind chatter Or psychotic word jumble
Our knowledge of space is pure speculation. On the fringe stands The Eavesdrop Inn. Best burger for light years. Their motto is: To Serve Man
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Our knowledge of space is pure speculation. On the fringe stands The Eavesdrop Inn. Best burger for light years. Ingredients unknown But their motto is: To Serve Man
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Susan and Sally went to the seashore to a very popular seafood restaurant. Being fully paid up members in the ladies who lunch bunch of society, they settled in with cocktails for a nice long one.
Susan’s gaze locked with the stranger’s across the crowded restaurant, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful emotion. She did not know why the vision of this well appointed flâneur had stirred such deep body quivers and quakes within her. She felt a very strong compunction to go down to the beach and sell seashells at highly inflated prices to fulfill this strangers deepest need.
She had hoped he had designs on her. But truly, he only cared for himself. No more long lingering lunches for her. She was now a slave to the growing seashell economic bubble.
More shells. More better, was the watchword of the era. Even her one time friend Sally could not save her from herself or her shellfish desires.
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