Well it is the same old story I cannot post comment replies. If I were robot I probably could put the replies on here. Perhaps I can go into a deep trance run around in my pants Until, well you can choose. No not the news. Something beneficial to mankind, I suppose one could just be kind. It used to... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, April 29, 2024
Sunday, April 28, 2024
T he Family. Margaret. I suppose I’m like a rose tha t has not bloomed completely. Funny things one’s nose It is a job to hide discreetly. That nasty little pimple It seems a dab of ointment Is really not that simple. And that is something to resent. I’ll try walking like the girl next door. I must... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
School. Wartime. The metal nib sank into my wrist. Blood seeped slightly and a spot remained I still have it today. I look at it and feel the wooden seat; a silence that so easily became a whisper. The hot bite of the ruler’s edge as it repeatedly bruised the back of my hand. ‘Repeat after me boy, I... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, April 18, 2024
One lady might remember she told this .
She was the gal in high-heeled shoes. Skipping along with nothing to lose. She heard the soft, seductive purr of the bright red car that followed her. Of course, she was smiling to herself. So young at heart and in good health. Oh! no, she did not turn and smile. It might have made it all... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Robert Well, my name is Robert; I am four I'll tell you about the man next door. If Daddy stands me on a chair I can see him working there. You see, we have a wooden fence I suppose it makes good sense. When he sees me, he will wave Perhaps he knows I will behave In a way that good boys do I looked... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, April 14, 2024
Oldie Smile. Did we last meet in heaven or is that an illusion? Is this a collusion of thought that permits us to share the necessary ambience needed to repair moonbeams? Perhaps this is only possible within a certain hour. The power is transient and the glow passes. It is not possible to reinvent... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 10, 2024
Once oldie Once it would not have mattered. I would have felt wooden but spring always followed and I scattered my thoughts innocently. I am no longer sure if this can continue I search desperately for the pale substance that formed a lifeline. It linked each day with whispers and somehow enhanced... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, April 7, 2024
Unmade. You are among knives and forks, but nothing works. Bread crumbles; a sentence is passed. These sheets of paper can be wrapped around odd feelings. One wonders is it good to be a survivor? So it is to wander skin-deep searching for magic along the edge of smeared lips. Fondling the cold... Sign in to see full entry.
Oldie
Unmade. You are among knives and forks, but nothing works. Bread crumbles; a sentence is passed. These sheets of paper can be wrapped around odd feelings. One wonders is it good to be a survivor? Performing acts that bend the fatal spear it hangs as soft as intestines. So it is to wander skin-deep... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, April 5, 2024
Oldies
As it comes. I hold my plastic bag and spend prime time shopping. Perhaps I fish for sympathy, I have imagined ills. I study a cake with cherries and a glazed topping. Would it encourage stomach-ache mixed with my pills? Slowly I walk the lines of colorful prepared meals, musing over strange flavors... Sign in to see full entry.