Pub, his shoe is lost

His waist is not dainty like a lovely girl should.
But his eyes sparkle about politics, and
it might be the 1.50 beer, or humility speaking,
but the extrovert reaps disappointment...
too high of expectations, too many errors
in spelling, convictions too much, and jealousy
rises to neck, pink, and her waist is not dainty,
but neither is his, and all lovely girls should not
care. Imagination and questions flood, wish,
and talk of poets are memories, turned flush.

Tales of Winter

The trees: naked, tall
in the cold, rasping wind
bend slight at the waist
as the story begins.
A bird: timid, cold
flits from branch to branch;
silent words pecked
into the deadwood.
The message is plain.

Day One

Константѝн: Cheerfully, she opens the door, and pulls NORTON in by his wrist. Здравствулте! Welcome to Россия, where we will drink водочка and bulldoze our inhibitions while we play hours of шахмат! Yes, yes, it is too cold to go outside, so here we are: жизнерадостно over шахмат... Masters! Let me show you around. Meet Фёдор!

Фёдор: Здравствулте! It is wonderful to see you! Your uncle said you were getting tall! Where is your куртка? You must be freezing! Norton shakes his head and smiles.

Константѝн: Фёдор, Фёдор! Leave our friend alone. Pulling NORTON by the wrist, she leads him across the room to sit. Come, friend, sit down here by the fire. Would you like some водочка? I'll find you a glass! NORTON sits silently by the fire, examining the contents of his purse.

Фёдор: Don't let her skimp you. He winks.

Константѝн: What was that, Фёдор? I can here you out there!

Фёдор: Bah! Успокойтесь! NORTON drops his purse near his feet and stares into the fire.

Genocidal Valentine

a Time Warp Dandies original song:

I’d kill a billion people just to see you smile.

I’d bulldoze a trillion trees, though it might take me a while.

I’d blow up a whole star system if you’d be my girl.

But first things first, I’ll conquer the Earth so we can rule the world…

With our lo---ove

With our love-love-lovey-love

With our lo---ove

With our crazy, bloody love.

I’d hunt down the last white rhino in case you want his horn.

I’d bankrupt a starving nation, though that’s probably the norm.

I’d tear down the Sistine Chapel if I think you need a laugh.

We’ll make a lot of noise with our nuclear toys as we can rule the world…

With our lo---ove

With our love-love-lovey-love

With our lo---ove

With our crazy, bloody love.

I’d firebomb a hundred cities to liven up your night.

I’d strangle a box of kittens, though they won’t put up a fight.

I’d alter your dental records so you can disappear.

Your name’ll die, thanks to a clever lie so we can rule the world…

With our lo---ove

With our love-love-lovey-love

With our lo---ove

With our crazy, bloody love.

So I made you my girl

and we destroyed mankind.

All that’s left are the stars

and the races we may find.

So I built us a ship

and a giant arsenal.

We can search through space

and one by one they’ll fall…

To our lo---ove

To our love-love-lovey-love

To our lo---ove

To our crazy, bloody love.

winter haiku

Life would be easy
if I could steal medical,
dental and husbands.

Light a Candle for me

...make it two or three
and let them burn out.
Let them steal the oxygen
from my fluid-filled lungs
and transform the room

with light.

Leaves flake off / " " "

1:Like leaves flaking off, I am your... what!? No, really! Repeat that?
2:'New Year's Resolution,' the words: enunciated well .

1:I didn't think you made those.
2:I make candles too.

1:Wow... great.
2:I know.

1:Sigh,
2:Oh.

1:
2:

Community

Community

they fade into one another.

gradients; tonal miscegenation,

pigments squeezed from a tube,

pressed from living flesh,

drawn from the soil,

mixed as blood is mixed

(violence and love)

to be shared and named

and celebrated; reverenced.

aging. fading, flaking, again

restored, repurposed, reborn.

Bruise

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Writing

I was feeling something tonight. Restless. Lonely. Lonelier than usual. I went for a drive at midnight. Driving in the dark helps me relax. I have a few regular routes I take, each a lonely stretch of country road wanting for affection. The asphalt was damp; darker than usual but without the rain slick glare. The fleeting shadows of the world streamed past like dark water; like thought. In the distance the city lit the low clouds. They glowed ominously—the sickly color of a bruise. I should buy some vodka.

For emergencies.

“Imbibe in case of disillusion.”

Tomorrow night…

Fruit

The censors have warned me... that writing about fruit after drinking a great deal of scotch and a tiny bit of wine is ill-advised... and since it seems I'll be in this state for a couple of days, it'll save us time if we smooth-move to a new topic, one less juicy, ripe, sensuous as this one...

Amigos/Amigas

Left in the winter.

Splitting like fruit, over-ripe.

Drawn off with the storm waters.

Astray, astray, the searchers astray.

Warm my hand in your pocket? I will.

And so,

As if,

To say:

“…”

"If I asked you to marry me in five months, what would you say?" ; "U--Yes." ; He panics.

sloppily dedicated to the stupid moon of bed tales

Delirous drink, I
Ran without thought
And sipped the well
Not to spicy / chili, hot
Kaleidoscope venture

&

Dreams that night
Ripped righteous
Antidotes into
Naught, like road-
Kill kangaroos

&

Dippity, fourteen
Rare stars, friends,
Amigos drift above
Naughty night slumber
Knowing these drinks

the coast

About three I parked the car and walked to the safety rail. The earth fell away before me, gnawed away by the crashing waves. I stared into the tumult. The water was black, the sky gray and my breath a wispy white. The sound of the sea grinding at the land filled my ears. I sat in the dust in a daze. I thought and gazed and drank of the scene until I forgot what these tears were about. My face stung from the wind. About four it started to rain. About five a landslide swept me into the ocean.

Lyrical

            Lined like a lyrical flip flop, or something, she blinks, twice. Empty between toes, and this old woman is singing about end times, but she is sparkling while. Her lyrics, about boxes, swinging, I'm not allowed to mention. The question about her hands will have to wait. The train is her pet, on time. Water slooshes on by like ice regurgitating its lunches. Do you not get tired here? Snow flags wave like lyrical flip flops, or something, she waves, like a flag. Songs about end times make me migraine. Buzz killer. Songs about forever times do the same thing.





[S'pose, we could keep having one word be the prompt, regardless of authors choice of poetry / prose.]