stuff

in the fountaining pond
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three jets of water
like a triple penis cum shot

that would be gratuitous if
not for the mallards nearby.

she dives, he chases
her tail his target

he mounts she dives
it reminds me of when you tried

to have sex with me for the third
time yesterday afternoon.


my beautiful sock
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i pull it on to cover my ugly
toe. now my toe's lovely
too. my sock is vast, a multitude
of different fibers
hairshirt and silk, cotton, rayon,
hemp, some of the material
anonymous. whenever it begins
to unravel, i darn it with whatever yarn's handy.
i've only got the one
its mate's out trying to find
itself. my sock whispers of cold tile
and hardwood. it wants to go skipping,
slipping, sipping li'l spring puddles.
when my son puts it on
his hand, it has a mouth of many colors.
i call it jacob's ladder, cuz it likes
when i'm silly
like that. sometimes my sock
looks very lonely, sitting in an otherwise empty
drawer. that's when it feels ugly so
i have to take it out and wear it
with no shoes
for the whole day.




last call @ the last open mic @ tres palmas before we knew it was going out of business just like all the cool places
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shawna is a little bit drunk. the sangria's
effervescense transfers to her veins
bubbles thru the mic as she calls friend after
poet after performer to the stage a cleared
area just east of the kitchen. "did you know mercury's
in retrograde? what that means is all your
communication is going to suck till
the 25th" . khomeni calls her mistress
cleo. shawna rolls her eyes
"o laugh, sure. but don't sign any contracts."
holly laughs.

mistress cleo says "for instance
take holly ova there. now
i haven't got the best credit and i get
bill collectors calling all the time i usually use the caller
ID to duck them but this morning
i answered the phone here at work
and a woman identifying herself as holly with acme
credit agency asked for me.
i immediately said i wasn't here.
she asked me well do you know her
last name? i said well,
if you're calling her you're supposed to know that."
and i think ///i know a poet named holly i wonder...//

so tonite
we're talking and i ask where she works...
and wouldn't ya know it was her. i guess
she still don't know my last name tho.