wehekind

bigass white rv with custom
custom paint job towin the suv
during the south fla
evacuee return they had us
wound up tighter than spit
with a week's worth of look out
a monster's comin ummm
somewhere /touristas/
to a town could be yours, cat 2 cat 3 cat 5
sitting over cancun for a couple daze
before it lashed itself across
the everglades & fort liquordale
i wonder how my beach buds made out
sittin behind the atlantic resort
one block from the beach. one thing
they're on the second floor, not in a freakin
tin can retirement home on wheels
with weekend warrior stenciled on the back.
if the bad ass condos
didn't fall on em they might be ok.
heh
my alarm just went off i set it last nite
after the power came back on but i always
get a problem with the am/pm dot. stupid digital clocks
i can look outside and tell which side of the meridian
i'm on. people who need weekend warrior
as a tag frighten me i tell him.
he smiles, his lips look tightened
while mine have bloomed. we fought our own
battles this weekend. the kind
that say why do we keep tying it's all
too much economy, too much effort not enough
to look foward to...well that one's mine.
his is the battle to possess. he told me he adores
me. i told him adoration is a dangerous drug.
i prolly take things way too literally
old skool etymologies. maybe he just doesn't
understand the goddessness attached to such things.

no wait, he does. he told me how he only needed one goddess.
that is me. such a heavy drudge i told him, standing
on a pedestal. i love you, but i will not adore
adoration:
The act of worship.
Profound love or regard.

well ok, i'll adore. the second meaning applies.
i'll tell him tomorrow.
wanna see the etymology

c.1305, from O.Fr. aourer "to adore, worship," from L. adorare "speak to formally, beseech," in L.L. "to worship," from ad- "to" + orare "speak formally, pray" (see orator).

to speak formally
as far back as we can
might be the genesis.
interesting lead in site
a blog of a clone.
maybe. or something similar.

beseech. worship. the implications are there.
i won't worship him. i don't want his worship
i tell him i want a partner.
can you be that? he fell off a roof
a while back. already his leg is gimping.
he fucks thru the pain. then i take him
somewhere he didn't think existed.
frothy existential esquisite
slippery mousse, lighter and lighter
in the cool down heat. he tells me
he hates me. these words come from his mouth.
i know then what will become of his passion
when begins to fail. i should not move him
till it is ready. the mirror brays time!
time! and me the mule, adored and lowering home.















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pomodoro

love apple with your crazee
alkaloids, you blush golden
as white wine. to think some men
didn't know what to do with you.
seedy burst red, a plucking
rotting on the vine.






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portmanteau. coolish that i try to do that slithy
thing all the time, but always
picture a suitecase and the train, boss
the train. portmanteau , look it up in wikepedia again.
right now dippy!