If it makes you happy,
 who am I 
 to argue. It's your life.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT
Monday, August 23, 2010
...with a smile
Covered in grease, she walked down the aisle,
that brown-haired girl who had such style.
Coffee in hand, she hummed all the while.
And poured with a smile, poured with a smile.
He sat alone and asked for some cream,
that dark-skinned man who'd lost all his steam
just fighting for his right to redeem
the American dream, the American dream.
that brown-haired girl who had such style.
Coffee in hand, she hummed all the while.
And poured with a smile, poured with a smile.
He sat alone and asked for some cream,
that dark-skinned man who'd lost all his steam
just fighting for his right to redeem
the American dream, the American dream.
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SERVICES
His friends and family gathered
to see him
smile just one more time.
to see him
smile just one more time.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
ON HAND
 She knelt at his feet
 and wiped them
 with her long brown hair.
Her sister began to complain.
 He told her
 that this was real love.
AT YOUR SERVICE
She serviced men in the
 truck stop restroom.
 Never knew she deserved more.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
AS I WAS SAYING
The bitter words had barely
 left my lips
 before I wanted them back.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Chop Shop
24 times today
I've been sold
the Lap-Band
24 times I've
sold myself to
a band of thieves
24 times they
have lapped me
up like thirsty camels
who would shrink
my humps to fill
their own
I've been sold
the Lap-Band
24 times I've
sold myself to
a band of thieves
24 times they
have lapped me
up like thirsty camels
who would shrink
my humps to fill
their own
Buy me
We shop for trays and 
 shop for praise.
 Anything to fill the emptiness.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Condensation
 There was a time
 when sweat covered 
 your back and
 rolled off your
 shoulders like a 
 glass of iced tea
 perspiring in the 
 summer sun
There was a time
 when the heat 
 in your eyes 
 sweltered like an
 August afternoon
 drenching our sheets 
 with the sweet 
 sweat of summer love
A tall drink of water
I drank you in
 like a long sip of gin
 from a sweating ice-filled tumbler
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