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Haiku Regarding My New PenPen I have in hand Like black blood on clean paper Spilt words on white snowHaiku Regarding My New Pen


Taps For a Man I Did Not KnowThey are all quiet, as though it hasn't quite sunk in, yet. It will, soon. Or not. I know those who speak to lovers, and those who speak to friends, without answer. Some of them, I think bitterly, are even dead.Taps For a Man I Did Not Know
That though sits, leaden, in my mind, which wants to drift, but with such weight, remains at the task at hand. They are all quiet, as though
they fear speaking, fear dishonor. Mostly dishonor, which is why I am here.
I wonder what he looked like, and what
he looks like now. Do our ties match? Does his body bake in


Yellow UnderwearI remember a pair of yellow underwear, the following morning. It was early, a quarter to eight, and I was shivering from being awake and naked in the open air of the room. I wanted badly to crawl back into bed, to share your space again; I also knew that it would be impossible for me to miss work. And, really, I didn't mind; I was sated, and a little exhausted, and sore, and we were both glowing, a little.Yellow Underwear
An hour and a half before, we'd both woken to each other's bodies, each other's flesh, and had made love, the third time since the night before. Sex is always so much gentler in the m


FateA sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate
PETER. Beautiful weather today. GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name’s Peter.
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“He that cannot reason is a fool. He that will reason not is a bigot. He that dare reason not is a slave.”
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and then some.
workworkworkworkworkworkwork etc.
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And someday I know, No matter how hard we try,
We're all gonna have to, Lay down and die/
So maybe i should just tell you, What I hope and believe,
For every defeat, there will be a Victory/
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ahem, excuse me, Mr. Brad.
might you mind telling me what Montana is like?
odd story, but a while back, my mentally unstable Grandmother gave me a mug (for my birthday or something) that has a cheesy little drawn landscape of ''Montana''..or so it states.
and theres mountains, and moose...and plants and stuff.
either way, its aroused in me, an unbearble curiosity about Montana..
xxoo
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-it's a fool who looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart-
Christ, I'm bored.
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