How
quickly
they scurry
each November
among ancient oaks.
Jaws holding the treasures
they hoard in domestic holes.
Flicking bushy tails while finding
acorns and cones in woodland delis.
November 7, 2022
A November Nonet Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Those from the bakery delis and delights
the ones of life slices the sadness, famine
Of course, we hit the movies –
To New Yorkers, that’s not news,
For Christmas Day means cinema
For atheists and Jews.
No gifts to open, tree to trim
Or meal with ham or goose,
We fill the time with brand-new films,
As you by now deduce.
The city’s quiet; stores are closed
Except the local delis
And certain restaurants (like Thai)
Are there to fill our bellies.
We all can smile on Christmas
For the movies, meals or gifts
Combine to make a day
That universally uplifts.
The final Rhapsody for an Infra red head
A sunny rise sparking caprice flames
Avina Delis seduces me with her radiance
Bearing the title of the Scarlet Queen
Deserving of a crimson crown
Lorraine Floyd glowing, her ruby heart is pure sexuality
Cute Sunny swaying under an auburn light, show casing flexibility
Burning brightly like no other, Avina Netu does
Klara undresses from a black velveteen
She's all I ever dreamed and wished
Roza Zadova is supple and lean
From the visions I've witnessed she can please. she can do no wrong
What's it like to please her on your knees
As she exudes unseen waves of attraction
The only one who can make me be silent
Transfixing my mind
Emanating grace from her flowing mane
Heat keeps rising, she's the temptress of my thoughts
Dawning love from her fiery glow
A relentless desire from an enchanting phenomenon
Different aliases, same beautiful woman
blurry vision
and impaired judgement
we are in your car
the music is blasting
some rap song
lyrics of drugs and money and large asses
you're bobbing your head to the booming bass
and you wink at me
slyly
through red, glazed eyes
joint in hand
you take a puff and pass it to me
i inhale and gaze out the foggy window
it's nighttime in the bronx
blackness surrounding with specks of illumination from gas stations and apartment buildings and delis
your hand grabs ahold of my thigh
and your whisper hits my ear
breath stained with alcohol
"you're my favorite you know, don't tell the other girls"
and i close my eyes as your hand rises up
and up
i don't know what i'm feeling
or if i like it here
i don't know if i should like it here
i take another puff
fire hitting the back off my throat
his hand slides down my pants
i think I might like it
right
here
blurry vision
and impaired judgement
we are in your car
the music is blastingblurry vision
and impaired judgement
we are in your car
the music is blasting
some rap song
lyrics of drugs and money and large asses
you're bobbing your head to the booming bass
and you wink at me
slyly
through red, glazed eyes
joint in hand
you take a puff and pass it to me
i inhale and gaze out the foggy window
it's nighttime in the bronx
blackness surrounding with specks of illumination from gas stations and apartment buildings and delis
your hand grabs ahold of my thigh
and your whisper hits my ear
breath stained with alcohol
"you're my favorite you know, don't tell the other girls"
and i close my eyes as your hand rises up
and up
i don't know what i'm feeling
or if i like it here
i don't know if i should like it here
i take another puff
fire hitting the back off my throat
his hand slides down my pants
i think I might like it
right
here
here