DON’T TORCH IT Carrying a torch for a flame thrower. … Switch to a lantern’s got/get a handle on it. The heat of the fire, though: intensity! …Stay the lit path, longevity. Cursing swelter in the sunlight. …Cool, calm, balance by moonlight. Carrying a torch for a flame thrower, girl, you’re both going to get […]
Read more »APPALLED I was appalled. Fine, fair enough even if I was the one that started a conversation about that stuff. It was my lack of a sex life I was allowed to talk about. I was the one that started divulging how I was begging for it and gagging for it in a relationship that […]
Read more »(Last Chance) Fill ‘er Up Data half-way at Maxville, Herb’s Gas Filling station for the bad-impressionists on the first date. “What are your dates” he asked. I replied: “one is with this guy, I think, but not really,” I surmised. “Yes, I see, at least we can talk in the rain now,” the man in […]
Read more »BE: MUSE “oh so it’s all my fault?” Pretty much… Being Muse: It’s a really tough gig. Like when your neck is going to snap off going down on a girl so long but you’ve got her RIGHT on the edge so you don’t stop. If it’s good, then it’s your fault. When it curbed, […]
Read more »LIKE That look on your face when you’ve just made love and are completely brain dead to the world around Dazed face, Zen-like and hungry A shiver-quiver memory brings you back, you’re giggly. Just ‘like’ something, already. If you do, we’d be sharing that tune. Your presence is everywhere here but no one knows it’s […]
Read more »PARC LAURIER Oh, how I poured my heart out in writing to you in a long, long letter from a flat in Montreal with stone walls, and wooden floors along which I ran my hands to touch the soul. A bed all white and those drapes that swayed with the wind off a balcony full […]
Read more »Window. One time I worried ‘cause there were no curtains on your window and although it was winter and we doubted if there were peepers I still wondered if anyone was hanging about the field watching me naked and taking it from behind. Hands clutching the bedbars pulling the feathers from the pillows with my […]
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