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Hotel On the Corner of Bitter and Sweet

You know the one, it stands tall, regal
looking to some grand, to others ominous, dark
Pick a room , any room , big, small, shadowy, light
it won't really matter  it will all end in the same place;

I know what your thinking, right, same place, 
it can't be the same place, bitter, sweet 
The hotel will tell you they can, in no uncertain words,
or actions, yes I did say actions or words;

Whisper here, whisper there, moving, from there to here
touch on your arm, whisper so close you can feel it,
Taste it on your breath,  bitter, caressing your nightmare,
causing you to shiver, though very sweet in gesture;

So come on in, the hotel awaits, to show you a sweet time or
bitter time, it welcomes people from all walks of life,
The time your shown will be the hotels choice
bitter, sweet, it awaits silently, serenely.


All of this I have spoken about of course you won't know,
you will be expecting a grand stay, carefree , full of fun 
Oh, you won't be disappointed, in the beginning,
when it is daytime and there is laughter in the air....

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The Boots Are Back In Town

Come on in boys have a seat
mama and "the boots" are back
You know the ones, those
thigh high red suede boots,
any others hangin around 
are just imitations

You there, you remember the boots
I am sure, sorry about the broken 
arm n  all but you shouldn't of
stolen them, I know, I know you
just borrowed them,

Miss,  with your new figure
the boots should look better than
eve on your, they make everyone
look good 

Hey Pops, I know  your took a turn
in them, behind closed doors of course
how was the fit, bit wobbly dancin around
in them were you,

Hey you new guys and gals
who are not familar with the 
boots maybe I will just have to reintroduce
them, here, you'll get to know the place,
it is called The Inkwell" 
Many of the old timers can tell 
you all about it the table dancin
all sorts of gettin down things
Prancin, dancin to the song Honey Honey,
Santa's got a Brand New Bag Blues
that sort of thing, the stuffs that makes 
ya laugh, makes ya want to come back 
time after time 
Hey, me n  the boots gotta boggie but
check back now n again 
me n the boots will be here, yeah were
back

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Nyte Cafe

Open from dusk til dawn
Our clientele are the
Elite of the elitist
We serve only freshest of drinks

Good evening sir,
How are you and your lady
Tonight, very good to hear

Right this way, yes it is a
Busy night, full moon you know

Here we are, make yourselves
Comfortable, now what was your
Order again, ab or o positive?

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Full Moon On the Rise

Bones crack muscle strains
within this frail body
Teeth ache eyes dim
a yellow film covers them

Arms sleek smooth now pitted
hair begins to cover them
They seem weighted useless
to this human frame

Legs lengthen oh the pain
Back hunches stretches
to beyond belief

In an angry, frothing, shivering
flash of time passing from one
world to another, I could see
the full moon rising

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Bark If You Love Me

The alarm sounds
loud and clear
I stretch, yawn

Glancing over I
see a lump under
the covers nary
a muscle moved,
I give him poke
he groans, I
hear a mmmmmm

Slowly I make my
way to the kitchen
I am on automatic
till coffee hits
the blood stream

The table is set
in the colors of
spring, oj poured,
paper at hand

Sitting sipping the
nectar of the gods
I wait for him to
appear

Suddenly I hear a
thump, he has arisen,
making his way to
the kitchen, I hear
a roar of a yawn,
a thump, thump, bang,
a muffled unwriteable
mumble

He walks over,
kisses the air
in my direction,
I roll my eyes

He sits also running
on automatic, reaches
for the paper, opens it
the morning has begun

His hand snakes out
for the oj he knows
will be waiting there

Pouring his coffee
I set it before him,
the cup is raised
to his mouth, a
yelp he lets out,
the cup hits the
saucer with a clatter
I hear a muffled ,
geesshhhhh thanks a lot

I sit here taking
in what I see before
me shaking my head in
wonderment

Finally not able
to stand it one
more minute I flip
the paper, knowing
he hates that

Huh, huh, what's
wrong his eyes peek
over the paper,

Eyes glaring back
I say to him, voice
raised just a tad

Do me one favor
would ya

Bark! if you love me

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A Place of Stones

Tucked away in
The corner of a small town
Or large city
Stands a place of stones
A resting place for some
Visiting place for others
Not being a popular site to visit
The stones stand tall
Stark erect
The full sun of day
Fails to soften
Their surfaces appearing
To all who come
Just a marker
Where underneath their
Loved ones lie
Though seeming this way
Non caring
Just a slab of stone
Beware on the witching hour
They appear to come alive
Towering over the ones in their care
The moonlight softens them
They become spirals of
Shimmering starlight quietly
Tenderly keeping watch
Over all who lie within
This place of stones

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"which Road"

Dirt, paved, gravel or brick
The Dirt road would be the most unusual
Untouched, removed from the hustle and bustle;

Dirt, I would choose this one
As I stand here staring in its direction, it 
seems a far ways away.

I bet getting there will be dangerous,
challenging, a thrill a minute.