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I heard the dog let out a long drawn out
Exasperated, disgusted sigh.
Before I saw her.
She was on the bed,
But since she is ebony, she had disappeared
In the bowels of a black coat I had left there.
She wants to go to bed, thank you kindly.
Just go! I say, sternly.
She opens not an eye.
Just gives me another loud, disturbing yawn.
Letting me know it is past her bedtime and
She is not happy about it.
She is already on a bed,
But if you speak dog you will realize
This is the problem.
She is unhappy because
I am not on that bed too.
Dogs have mastered the
G in the guilt department.
Ever had bone crushing exhaustion
Where the world looks out of proportion
Where sleep doesn’t help the feeling
Everything smells and looks unappealing
Not one second goes by where you can nod off
Hoping this day was a one off
Shutting the mind down isn’t an option
Thoughts uncontrolled into a new concoction
Mind racing faster than a race car
Every mind fog moment to the bizarre
Exhaustion buried behind the eyes
A weak smile to show disguise
From dizzy spells to feeling heavy
Wishing I could shut my eyes already
Tension headaches feel like migraines
The body locked in fear and chains
The unknown feels more daunting
Appears friends and colleagues are taunting
Anxiety taking over every muscle
Still attempting to grind and hustle
Stomach twists into knots
Realising there must be another plot
The lump in your throat making you nauseous
Every moment slow and cautious
The mental load causing physical depression
If only others knew to show indiscretion
Hallucinations after every long drawn out day
Wishing my mind will stop playing away
Quality sleep is what I need
For my mind and body to succeed
The outside world to break the cycle of stress
To be able to express without the excess
And to be calm and collected once again
The sweet aromatic scent of his skin
lingered on her nostrils
The soft touch of his hand gently caressed slowly across her
The sensation tingled along her arm in the cool midnight air
Their long drawn out kisses lingered and slowly smothered her lips
Warm and velvety smooth yet enticing and tantalizing
The dept of his eyes caressed with sweet desire
As the kiss broke, she stepped back savoring each minute they spent together
Their arms clung like grapes clinging to the vine
Sweet desire was in their hearts
She stepped back for a second
Reality gave her a jolt
What was she doing in this charismatic man's arms
Temptation was slowly pushing her to the edge
Reason and sanity stepped in
She slowly said, I can't
His look was first one of disbelief then slowly
turning to sadness
Her heart seemed to be skipping beats
If only things had been different
If only he wasn't committed to another
If only he had been free
She knew it felt like heaven but tomorrow when she woke
The thought of what she's done would make her choke
This kiss would be the last kiss
One she would put on the shelf and store as a treasured memory.
With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again
I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind
Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five
Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that your still alive
Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little snatch and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.
Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me
Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor
In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for
I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd
With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle
With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later
At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor
When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line
So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time
Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend
Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...
first meeting
by sight has
since blinded
me for she
had a towel
wrapped as
if African style
or getting out
of the shower
(to note her
face was pure
no makeup
nor blemish
of an almost
copper toned
color but her
eyes nose and
lips) now common
place yet still
unbecoming
for it was
IT was
her hair
all along like
Medusa's snakes
they were the ones
that took take and
turned me into stone
so i only could look
on and watch her
biblically
slither
with
no hiss as puff
came out an afro
purple and then
to tease for me
now to send of
my harrowing
experience
braids
surely the devil's made
from first a colorful
array of a rainbow
made me want to
find gold but
illusion soon
turned red
as if
angering the gods
adamlike i hid
then arose to
answered by
Diosa's dawn
all was gone
not bald but
cleanly
shorn and
as wrath had
passed and living
i just have passed the
test of lasting beyond the
siren's shores tied to a mast
seeing the unseen yet trying to
best tell that the torture and pain
mum
can
i go
on
that
ride
again
long drawn out pleaseeeeese
Form:
I hate beginnings, plenipotentiary prattle, use-
less sedimentary-sounds. A preface and first chap-
ter betwixt the suc-
culent kiss, the marvelous mystery unfolding.
wash your hands, bobbleheaded-yes.
that was the third part. typhoid
mary, not important to this quiz,
yet she opened the door and peaked
through. i slammed
it
shut, rolled my eyes.
how yummy pages
that jump into the deep end
and we drown in ecstasy’s eaglet
nest. eggs cracking cuckoos
collaborating.
long, drawn………..out
beginnings not
for
me
the setup goes on and on and
oh kind of like this steam
letting off
done
1/22/2021
Bewilderment and toxicity,
Is all I could see.
Living for so long,
In this world, trying to be strong.
I tried with all my might,
To win such a long drawn-out fight.
Until one day the darkness nearly won,
Darkness and I nearly became one.
Then one small light shown in the distance,
My soul was finally taking a stance.
I am worth more than this mere ending,
I am worth love and befriending.
I walked away from all which held me down,
You won't believe what I found.
Joy, peace and people who cared.
It was there for me, if only I dared.
I picked up my pain and sadness; I put it away,
I'll deal with that yet another day.
Now I know who I am, and what I will do,
I will seek the help I need and always praise you.
Nobody knew better than him the value
Of great art --
The need to preserve the memory of
Great artists;
Do not even the basest of us feel
Overwhelming emotion, hushed awe?
Great art should seem to the eye all
Things divine rather than human;
But still, of any person...it should fall
to him
To obliterate the most magnificent
Art had then yet to offer.
A crime committed in full view
Of the old city's appalled populace;
He undertook it with selfsame blase'
Nonchalance
Such as dictators sometimes so indulge in
When immersed in their own idle genocides.
The mind that contrived such eloquent,
Articulated words
Hell-bent on a dreadful, utterly
Inconceivable destruction!
And following on from this terrible
Silence of a long, drawn-out aftermath?
The choirs of gathering voices offering up
Glorianas and praises-in-excelsis
For that which unceasingly labours to exalt
In the banality of the prosaic and mundane.
His days drag on, nights routinely the same.
Work and kids consume his time none left for the game.
With all his responsibilities, he needs none of the drama.
The bread winner, the daddy, and now even the momma.
Being what his little ones need
His desire is what he has no time to feed.
Cant invest what is required to have a regular chic.
Tired of playing with his own dick.
Out of his overstressed lips, passes a long drawn out sigh.
She steps out of the shadows smiles and says hi.
He looks down and sees a lady her curves are pleasing.
Thier eyes meet and he can see already shes teasing.
Not one single word or even a whisper,
You can feel the air heat and become crisper.
From the sway of her hips to her exposed flesh
It wasnt long and it was thier bodies that meshed.
Afterwards exhausted and totally drained.
He reaches for her but only her scent remained.
Autumn leaves an aftertaste that kisses cold.
Then transfuses startled green veins with gold.
A shivering whisper, slips through oak and elm.
As faded yellow disciples tumble from their realm.
As it hums through wheat; the heavy heads bend low.
To ripen while the last warm amber winds still blow.
A long-drawn-out sigh, draws summer from its reign,
Gold and red leaves tumbling down to an empty lane.
Thin mist curls upwards from the cooling ground,
Cold breath slips down, through cracks, without a sound.
Gasps rattle shutters, and worry the tiles and doors.
Sends dry leaves scurrying like mice around the floors.
Autumn breathes on apples till their red cheeks glow,
Then thumps them down one by one onto the ground below.
It finds the restless geese beneath the cloud.
And beckons them south, to join the gathering crowd.
At dusk its voice turns hoarse, as darkness grows.
Growing rasping and raw, with winter up its nose.
Then Autumn, now breathless, loosens one last leaf.
It spins to Earth, collapsing, in gold-flared relief.