*yawn* *stretch* *vomit*

woke up today, hungry
to create
apologize
forgive
grow

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I heard the news and smiled sadly, realizing that not only was I not in the picture,
but I am the enemy, or that's how the story will be told.
Still, even though you don't care (and though surely I don't know you anymore),
I'm sorry for being immature and selfish and flinging your secrets back at you.

Better luck this time for both of us.

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Can three lines provide a coda to
years of a dull, aching pain and regret?
Probably not. Here's to trying.

A multipurpose post

I met an actress after curtain call. Her smile destroyed a universe. Reality's plane stepped into my love for her invention, and all beauty was lost.

She looked the same as when I had captured her, still wearing her costume shop attire. However, the kinship I sensed in pain was destroyed by a lover on her arm, a ring on her finger. She could have been a soul lost forever in one of life's moments, painstakingly painted in a playwright's words, designers' trappings, a director's mirror, but she was found again, and executed. I wept for a ghost that night, and burned the program the following morning.

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bubble wrap
rubber band
newspaper
cardboard box
bed sheet
sofa cushion
wire hanger

Just add imagination

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Cookie dough and cake batter are ALWAYS better before they've been baked. Always.

Circles

The cats pajamas are torn,
the bees knees are rheumatic,
and I'm all out of special affections
to keep things colorful.

Drawing new conclusions
with the changes of the wind,
I have been anchorless,
floating lonely, adrift in blue.

Aphorisms and metaphors
collected while lost in cliche
anger, taunt, strain me
to the point of very little return

Just before absolutism,
where my feet refuse to tread.
And, waiting, I smile at what I know:
We are alive, and that is enough.

Unleashed

Frustration seethes.
A Warm sun on a winter day.
I feel
my body.
Shackled
in cotton and polyester,
skin
is confined, Sensation subdued,
my body
touching alien material—
except
my sex.
Pressed
against a thigh,
limped by disuse -
oppression. I realize,
It, alone, is where
skin meets skin.

And I Awaken.

What do you see?
A pleasing smile,
hair trimmed, kempt,
shirt corseting
a figure?
Look closely.
I touch myself all ways.
See
my fur
bristle on second knuckles,
creep down the nape of
my neck, the trail to
my chest
and below.
Don’t you know?
I am feral.

Unleashed, I
contain endless energy,
potential to be.

Bathing
is my time
to love me.
Pale, healthy skin
stretches over
muscle—
lean, beautiful.
My proportions are right,
I am strong, virile,
not big, not small.
The archetype of man.

Time slows as my
animal vision feeds
on passing figures.
Lips to be kissed,
hair I want to
twirl, tease,
hips swing like pendulums...
Breasts!
Breasts everywhere!
Lovely, soft, warm.
They want freedom.
I want it for them.

And somewhere among the sea
is one body for me.
Which one?
She may not have
perfect symmetry,
and I will not care.
Sweating,
heaving,
panting,
feeling,
I will love her scent,
and she mine.
And we will be unfettered,
shameless,
wild.