

Of a Red LeafYou catch my eye with yourOf a Red Leaf
blushing rubescence. You gaze
up at me from the sidewalk, graceful curves demurely
curled in, flirtatious like an Alberto Vargas pin-up girl.


Thirty-three degrees FarenheitLiquid needlesThirty-three degrees Farenheit
with winter's breath smack the skin
each a desperate mallet with a frantic determination to keep up the drum roll. Cursing, consolidation, hold your breath and run.


A Peek into the FreezerSly, sleek cylinder of temptation, I know what you keep. I'm acquainted with your cargo A Peek into the Freezer
that creamy silk coldness that glides across my tongue, a half-solid, half-soupy, half-gallon of delight. Your seductive treasure taunts me from within your frigid hold, and your tattoo, the two-tone heifer gazes sightlessly in my direction, intense, goading. "You won't," the cow dares. But my spoon thinks otherwise.
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"Like our ancestors/The Indians/We share a fear of sex/
excessive lamentation for the dead/& an abiding interest
in dreams & visions" - Jim Morrison
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Buttons are cute.
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"Like our ancestors/The Indians/We share a fear of sex/
excessive lamentation for the dead/& an abiding interest
in dreams & visions" - Jim Morrison
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Love all, Trust few, Do wrong to no one.
-Shakespeare
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Love all, Trust few, Do wrong to no one.
-Shakespeare
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Love all, Trust few, Do wrong to no one.
-Shakespeare
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